Poems (Scudder)/Sunset on the Marshes

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SUNSET ON THE MARSHES
No wind bends the yellowing grasses, But the small pools glitter and tremble As though the marsh-queen had broken her necklace Scattering far and wide Its garnets and spinel-rubies. Barbaric in color the mosses, Burnt orange, vermilion, umber—Yet here beside my foot Is a tiny patch that glimmers Like a constellation of fairy stars Carved each of pale emerald.
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