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Frederick Philip Grove
THE DIRGE
(IM 15, 1-33)
e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007
How to cite this e-Edition
of Grove's The DIRGE
XXIII. "Yes, as i ruminate..."[16]
by
Frederick Philip Grove
Yes, as I ruminate her
brief, brief years
And spell the days from birth to burial,
It seems perhaps as when a dull day clears;
For, were there shadows, there was light withal;
And this the brighter since it was oft
Obscured by clouds; as on the hillside there
The emerald meadow glows more brightly soft
Set off by a black torrent's gullied tear.
Thus do I dote on comfort's sorry dross
And pick up crumbs my hungry heart to feed,
Yet know that I am beggared by her loss
And that a jagged wound must bleed and bleed.
And beggared is the world but knows it not;
For what is it, unmirrored by her eye?
Hill, valley, filed, and forest-- dot by dot
They are all there; lacks but their inner tie.
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Grove, Frederick Philip. POEMS:
In Memoriam Phyllis May Grove. THE DIRGE (IM15,1-33).
e-Edition, Gaby Divay. Winnipeg: UM Archives & Special
Collections, ©2007.
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