Bright Harvest by Grace Noll Crowell - HTML preview

Cedars in the Sun

M

Y HEART had hung in my breast all day

A lifeless and heavy thing,

And bitterness came to be my guest

With never a song to sing.

With never a song through the live-long day

Though the hours were blue and high.

I walked at last to the edge of the town

Where the street end meets the sky.

And there in the late October light

On the tawny crest of a hill,

A cluster of green-gold cedars stood

Breathless and bright and still.

My heartbeats stumbled to ecstasy,

My grief, a forgotten thing—

The gold of the universe was mine,

And there was a song to sing.

And there was healing for me, and joy,

And the high white light of prayer

In the blinding dazzle of cedar trees

Bright on the autumn air.

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