GOD has lent the wind to you, Swept the great sweet mind of you Keen and clean and splendid as the noon on peaks agleam. Peace of sunny, hidden hollows Down whose slope the long light follows, And the hush is musical with dripping mountain stream. God has lent his coolness, too; Wet green woods and bramble-dew; Scent of quivering aspen leaves still joyous from rain; Ah, if one were burned with sorrow, Sleep would come until to-morrow From a dream of cool fine hands to bless with peace the pain. Noon among the high white hills; Evening where the forest thrills, Magical with moonlight, the scented ambient hush: Things like these are part of you, Soul and mind and heart of you: Winds and storms and sunny days and sparkling, dawn-wet brush. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS WINDING-SHEET by ROBERT HERRICK AT HOME IN HEAVEN by JAMES MONTGOMERY JUNE BRACKEN AND HEATHER by ALFRED TENNYSON PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS by AESCHYLUS DESCRIBES THE PLACE WHERE CYNTHIA IS SPORTING HERSELF by PHILIP AYRES WITHER AWAY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY S. BARNABAS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ANTARA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |