The music of a stream made him rejoice And brought a solace that all men must seek. For him the roll of thunder was no voice From mighty Heaven in judgment of the weak. He knew it for the sky's own counterpart To the mountain flood when spring releases snows In a tumbling roar. He'd quickly find the heart Of summer in the essence of a rose. On throbbing prairie nights beyond compare, When day long since had closed the crimson bars, With moonlight gently balanced in the air, He'd hold communion with a million stars. And once beneath tall trees, in the song of birds, I know for sure he listened to God's words. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HERITAGE by LAURA HELENA BROWER THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: DEDICATION TO EDWARD, LORD ZOUCH by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE MARCH OF THE REGIMENT, 1861 by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL EARTH AND HER PRAISERS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SPECIAL MESSAGE TO THE VERMONT LEGISLATURE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |