Song ("Cover me over, clover...")

Richard Eberhart

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I am torn because I cannot find on earth

An answer to the sunset's aching cry.

And in philosophers I feel the dearth

Of all philosophy. I long to die.

For man gropes like a worm along the earth

And cannot see his way, and does not know

What his own death may be, or what his birth,

Or why the rainbow comes, or why the snow.

I call upon the moon, and then the sun,

And search the moving heavens with my eyes... .

Then it is spring! And flowers leap up and run,

Torching the earth, exultant to the skies!

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Cover me over, clover;

Cover me over, grass.

The mellow day is over

And there is night to pass.

Green arms about my head,

Green fingers on my hands.

Earth has no quieter bed

In all her quiet lands.

Structure

23 lines · 5 stanzas