ONCE in a while a curious weed unknown to me, Needing a name from my books; Once in a while a letter from Yeomans. Out of the mussel-shells gathered along the shore Sometimes a pearl with a glint like meadow rue: Then betimes a letter from Tyndall in England, Stamped with the stamp of Spoon River. I, lover of Nature, beloved for my love of her, Held such converse afar with the great Who knew her better than I. Oh, there is neither lesser nor greater, Save as we make her greater and win from her keener delight. With shells from the river cover me, cover me. I lived in wonder, worshipping earth and heaven. I have passed on the march eternal of endless life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE DAISY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THESE ENDURE by MARION H. ADDINGTON SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE by WILLIAM BASSE PSALM 103 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |