I BEGIN through the grass once again to be bound to the Lord; I can see, through a face that has faded, the face full of rest Of the earth, of the mother, my heart with her heart in accord; As I lie 'mid the cool green tresses that mantle her breast I begin with the grass once again to be bound to the Lord. By the hand of a child I am led to the throne of the King, For a touch that now fevers me not is forgotten and far, And His infinite sceptred hands that sway us can bring Me in dreams from the laugh of a child to the song of a star. On the laugh of a child I am borne to the joy of the King. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NON SUM QUALIS ERAM BONAE SUB REGNO CYNARAE by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON BOUND NO'TH BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 98 by PHILIP SIDNEY RAIN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE THREE TROOPERS DURING THE PROTECTORATE by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY |