Rebellious heart, in the grip of fate, Have patience, wait! Calm you and hark to the great wind's blowing, Bearing winged seed to your hands for the sowing. Drive deep the plow of sorrow and pain, Turn up rich soil for the golden grain, Spare not the tears: they are needed as rain; Too long, too long has the field lain fallow, Now well prepared and no longer shallow. Please God, a soul is growing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CRY OF THE HUMAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FALSE POETS AND TRUE; TO WORDSWORTH by THOMAS HOOD ON THE DANGER OF WAR by GEORGE MEREDITH OUR PASSWORD by ISIDORE G. ASCHER |