A pilgrimage! A pilgrimage To the house of the Lyric Voice! But what shall we offer? No Rajah's coffer Has jewel worth the choice. But what is worthy our poet? Not pearls from fathoms down— For she who sings craves not these things— She wears the Laurel Crown! Offer a gift from the redwoods— God's green eternal trees, Whose epic roots in earthen boots Tread out the centuries. Show her the sea in summer— Its flowing fields in flower, When the moon-clock rides to time the tides, God's finger on the hour! Show her a tranquil sunset— Day's crimson afterlude, When the first low note of the thrush's throat Gives song to solitude! Take her the musk from the meadows When night lets down the bars, And the farmer-moon has thickly strewn The sapphire dusk with stars. Offer a gift from the garden Where roses bud and blow, And the morning-glory perfumes her story From jars of azure glow. God is a truthful giver— His hand wears not the glove— From his own to mine, from mine own to thine This rose whose name is Love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 105 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ADMONITION [TO A TRAVELLER] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MARGARET'S SONG by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE ON THE DESERTED VILLAGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE WESTERN ROAD by EDWIN JAMES BRADY THE LAMENT OF JUDAH by MARY ELIZABETH BROOKS MY DOVES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. BABY SONG by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. EASTER DAY ON MT. MOUNIER by EDWARD CARPENTER |