. ... Debris. PURDUEDEBRIS I902. N D W D BY EVALEEN STEIN LONG the lane I idly pass, Unheeding where the footpath goes,And loiter through the ripe, wild grass,That down the open roadway growsIn feathery, tall tufts that riseIn filmy tangles, misty-wise;The grass that when the southwind blows Shines out and showsShot through with silver lights and rose,And tiny gold and violet seeds That quiver off each gleaming stemAnd powder all the wayside weedsAnd like a glory cover them. With eager palms I gently press Soft sheaves of it against my lipsIn sheer delight! and so caressAnd fondle with light f

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. ... Debris. PURDUEDEBRIS I902. N D W D BY EVALEEN STEIN LONG the lane I idly pass, Unheeding where the footpath goes,And loiter through the ripe, wild grass,That down the open roadway growsIn feathery, tall tufts that riseIn filmy tangles, misty-wise;The grass that when the southwind blows Shines out and showsShot through with silver lights and rose,And tiny gold and violet seeds That quiver off each gleaming stemAnd powder all the wayside weedsAnd like a glory cover them. With eager palms I gently press Soft sheaves of it against my lipsIn sheer delight! and so caressAnd fondle with light finger tips,And watch its beauty while the bright Clear spears of lightPierce through its slender blades and smiteTheir rose and purple, till my sightIs dazzled with its loveliness. In verdant nets, along the way,The tendrils of a wild-grape vineThrough elder thickets intertwine; And, poising lightly on a sprayOf fruited bramble stems, where shineClose clustering berries, red as wine, A little thistle-bird, still gay In Aprils ye

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