Classic and Contemporary Poetry

BACK TO EARTH, by AGNES I. EASON
First Line: I stood on the mountain top
Last Line: Grew below!

I stood on the mountain top,
With fanfare of trumpet,
Blazing was the sunshine
On my white armor,
Nothing but desolate
Space above!

I fell from the mountain top,
Fell to depths of the valley,
Soiled my white armor,
Broken my trumpet,
But -- exquisite violets
Grew below!