Earth, you have had great lovers in your hour, And little lovers, fearful and struck dumb; Those who have seen you whole, as from a tower, And others kneeling where the grass-blades come. Age after spinning age and day by day, They toss the dawn between them, as a ball, Ride Beauty plunging to the whip of May, And string the stars to light their carnival. They will not heed the shouting, singing flood Of lovers gone before them. Echoed cries, Too like their own may sound, but their wild blood Is out of hand at seas and moving skies; The last to come will make his little tune, And think it new -- about the weary moon! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. PURKAPILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS COLUMBIAN ODE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SEVEN OLD MEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SONNET TO ZOE KING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |