The First Grass
It rained three autumn days; then close to frost Under clear starlight the night shivering was. The dawn rose cold and colorless as glass, And when we wakened rains and clouds were lost. The ocean surged and shouted stormy-tossed. I went down to companion him. Alas, What faint voice by the way? The sudden grass Cried with thin lips as I the valley crossed, Saying blade by blade, “Although the warm sweet rain Awakened us, this world is all too cold. We never dreamed it thus.”—”Your champion bold Is risen,” I said; “he in an hour or twain Will comfort you.” I passed. Above the dune Stood the wan splendorless daylight-waning moon.
This poem is in the public domain.
About this Poem
"The First Grass" first appeared in Californians (Macmillan, 1916).