Green bowl where heaven drinks and cools the cheek Of watchfulness. White, wading blossoms trim The grassy wave, up-rambling to the brim In swaying liesure. Oak and chestnut streak The crest-line with their young, that tip-toe meek And listen upward, reaching limb to limb Like children in a ring. What pagan hymn Is ended, and what god about to speak? No god. This is a human shrine, too warm For chill of deity. The rooflesss air Is like a crystal where I see a form Nameless as man; or named, what do I care If in his world-old eyes all hate hath end? Buddha, or Jesus, Ghandi, or my friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOTHER'S HOPE by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD THE RIVER OF LIFE by THOMAS CAMPBELL DIBDIN'S GHOST by EUGENE FIELD THE HOUSEKEEPER by CHARLES LAMB THE STORK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM LOVE'S CHANGE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH |