Root that partakes of stone And stone that shares the leaf, Let one who hastens by Born to a cycle brief, Become in ways his own, Your fibre, slow to die. In one clear moment let The angry blood be still, Sleep in the root's thick veins, Draw from the wood its fill, Pause in the stone, grow set Where the gray leaf drinks the rains. And let the harried mind Forsaking dreams and haste, Be quenched in stars and sun, A thousand years slow-paced, For an instant standing blind, With stone and ivy one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 2. OFF ALGIERS by SARA TEASDALE MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS by HENRY GLASSFORD BELL NIGHTINGALES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES IL PLEUT DOUCEMENT SUR LA VILLE by PAUL VERLAINE FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 1. MRS. VERNON CASTLE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE EXILE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |