Author Sir Charles G. D. Roberts The earth lay black and weeping, till from God Came a reflection of the Eternal Face; And every common weed and branch and clod Knew itself kindred to the spheres of space. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments