Westward from the greener places Where the rivers glint and twine Stretch the gold-and-purple spaces Of the country that is mine; And to lilac Rockies lifting Toward the deeper blue above, There is neither flaw nor shifting In the title of my love. My own! my own! Many a silent, sunny zone, With the soft cloud shadows drifting On the desert and the sown! I would have no wall or warder Mar my goodly heritage, From the yuccas of the border To the snowy northern sage— Glad of every mind that passes Down the mesa and the plain, Singing freedom in the grasses And my pony's rippling mane. My own! my own! There is freedom here alone, Under midnight's starry masses Or the day king on his throne! Faith must blunder on in blinkers Through a city's swirling rout, For the milling herd of thinkers Blurs the way of wisdom out; But where stainless sky is bending Over never-furrowed sod There's an open trail ascending To the presence of a God! My own! my own! Where the troubled eyes are shown Heaven and earth forever blending Round the blue rim of the known! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: AMAZE by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE DOG by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE GOOD SHEPHERD by FELIX LOPE DE VEGA CARPIO WHAT TOMAS AN BUILE SAID IN A PUB by JAMES STEPHENS LOFT AT NIGHT by VIRGINIA ABEL ENVOI: DEATH (1) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE TRIUMPHS OF THY CONQUERING POWER by WILLIAM HILEY BATHURST |