GREEN leaves panting for joy with the great wind rushing through; A burst of the sun from cloud and a sparkle on valley and hill, Gold on the corn, and red on the poppy, and on the rill Silver, and over all white clouds afloat in the blue. Swallows that dart, a lark unseen, innumerous song Chirruped and twittered, a lowing of cows in the meadow grass, Murmuring gnats, and bees that suck their honey and pass: God is alive, and at work in the world: -- we did it wrong. Human eyes, and human hands, and a human face Darkly beheld before in a vision, not understood, Do I at last begin to feel as I stand and gaze Why God waited for this, then called the world very good? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE [OUT OF NORFOLK] by WILLIAM COWPER THE SCRUTINY; SONG by RICHARD LOVELACE COWLEY: THE GARDEN by ALEXANDER POPE THE PRAYER PERFECT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |