WHAT is the symbol underneath it all, The secret message of the throb of things: The flower tossings and the whirl of wings, The glow and scent when June makes carnival? 'Tis like a loved lost word of some old speech Man has forgotten yet can almost reach. Listen! The sap doth murmur it, the rain Chants it in sibilant monotone, the breeze Lifting a voice among the fluttered trees, Takes up the song, repeats it once again; And all the movement in the summer grass Seems pulsing to express it ere it pass. Ever and alway, iterant and low, The whisper and the hint, the half-untold Suggestion that is as the ages old, Yet fresh-faced now as in the long ago: "Seek, ye shall find, for you and I are one, Bound each to other since the years begun. "You hear the call of kinship in my voice, My very breathing makes me part of you; The gifts I offer are a residue Of your inheritance and natural choice; Man is not man who hath not eye to see My luminous gloss on Nature's mystery. "Rich-languaged, fraught with memories and dreams, I lure you back in sacred moments when You learn, oblivious to the lore of men, The lesson of the forests, fields and streams; Deep at my heart, deeper than all my mirth, The ever-eloquent meaning of the earth." In syllables of beauty, yea, with words That move like music through the summer ways, Nature doth speak, and in her every phrase, -- The choiring rivers and the lyric birds, -- She draws us from false gods, and our release Is certified by joy and love and peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAKE BOATS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE FLYING DUTCHMAN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE EARLY PRIMROSE by HENRY KIRKE WHITE THE SECOND COMING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THURSDAY IN HOLY WEEK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE STREET LAMP by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |