Poems (Jordan)/Thaw
THAW
The busy clouds were bended low
Above their self-appointed task—
The making of a robe of snow,
For which Earth, mutely, seemed to ask.
Above their self-appointed task—
The making of a robe of snow,
For which Earth, mutely, seemed to ask.
The sullen Sun refused one strand
From off his shining spool of gold;
But back of a gray screen he scanned
The mantle growing, fold on fold.
From off his shining spool of gold;
But back of a gray screen he scanned
The mantle growing, fold on fold.
Then, with a burning jealousy,
Seeing it o'er Earth's shoulders thrown,
He grasped the garment hastily,
And raveled all the clouds had sewn!
Seeing it o'er Earth's shoulders thrown,
He grasped the garment hastily,
And raveled all the clouds had sewn!