God's World
O WORLD, I cannot hold thee close enough! | |
| Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! | |
| Thy mists that roll and rise! | |
| Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag | |
| And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag | 5 |
| To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff! | |
| World, World, I cannot get thee close enough! | |
| Long have I known a glory in it all, | |
| But never knew I this; | |
| Here such a passion is | 10 |
| As stretcheth me apart. Lord, I do fear | |
| Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year. | |
| My soul is all but out of me,—let fall | |
| No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
-- Edna St. Vincent Millay
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A poem for autumn, but a poem for spring, too. Happy Earth Day, all.
ReplyDeleteFunny, that I should have been reading Millay, too -- particularly, this:
ReplyDelete"“It’s little I care what path I take
And where it leads it’s little I care,
But out of this house, lest my heart break,
I must go, and off somewhere.”
The world of the iGadget and the page is wonderful in its way, but the natural world is a balm.
Truth. I love that quote. Thanks for sharing, Linda!
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