I LOVE thy skies, thy sunny mists, Thy fields, thy mountains hoar, Thy wind that bloweth where it lists— Thy will, I love it more. I love thy hidden truth to seek All round, in sea, on shore; The arts whereby like gods we speak— Thy will to me is more. I love thy men and women, Lord, The children round thy door; Calm thoughts that inward strength afford— Thy will than these is more. But when thy will my life doth hold Thine to the very core, The world, which that same will doth mould, I love, then, ten times more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW SURFACES AND MASKS; 2 by CLARENCE MAJOR STILL FALLS THE RAIN; THE RAIDS, 1940. NIGHT AND DAWN by EDITH SITWELL ACHRONOS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A CHARM SAID UNDER AN OAK by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN AMBITION AND GLORY by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |