Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 104 5 Moderate There beyond my window ledge, Heaped against the sky a hedge Of huge and wavering treetops stands With multitudes of fluttering hands. Wave they, beat they to and fro, Never stillness may they know, Plunged by the wind and hurled and torn Anguished, purposeless, forlorn. "O ferocious, O despairing, In huddled isolation faring Through a scattered universe, Lost coins from the Almighty's purse!" "No, below you do not see The firm foundations of the tree; Anchored to a rock beneath We laugh in the hammering tempest's teeth." "Boughs like men but burgeons are On an adamantine star; Men are myriad blossoms on A staunch and cosmic skeleton. " End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
There beyond my window ledge, Heaped against the sky a hedge Of huge and wavering treetops stands With multitudes of fluttering hands.
Wave they, beat they to and fro, Never stillness may they know, Plunged by the wind and hurled and torn Anguished, purposeless, forlorn.
"O ferocious, O despairing, In huddled isolation faring Through a scattered universe, Lost coins from the Almighty's purse!"
"No, below you do not see The firm foundations of the tree; Anchored to a rock beneath We laugh in the hammering tempest's teeth."
"Boughs like men but burgeons are On an adamantine star; Men are myriad blossoms on A staunch and cosmic skeleton. "
