God's World

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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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  1. Emily BrisseApril 21, 2016 at 1:09 PM

    A poem for autumn, but a poem for spring, too. Happy Earth Day, all.

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  2. shoreacresApril 21, 2016 at 9:25 PM

    Funny, that I should have been reading Millay, too -- particularly, this:

    "“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.

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    1. Emily BrisseApril 22, 2016 at 8:10 AM

      Truth. I love that quote. Thanks for sharing, Linda!

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