In the days when my mother, the Earth, was young, And you all were not, nor the likeness of you, She walk'd in her maidenly prime among The moonlit stars in the boundless blue Then the great sun lifted his shining shield, And he flash'd his sword as the soldiers do, And he moved like a king full over the field, And he looked, and he loved her brave and true. And looking afar from the ultimate rim, As he lay at rest in a reach of light, He beheld her walking alone at night, When the buttercup stars in their beauty swim. So he rose up flush'd in his love, and he ran, And he reach'd his arms, and around her waist He wound them strong like a lovestruck man, And he kissed and embraced her, brave and chaste. So he nursed his love like a babe at its birth, And he warm'd in his love as the long years ran, Then embraced her again, and sweet mother Earth Was a mother indeed, and her child was man. The sun is the sire, the mother is earth! What more do you know? what more do I need? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN WASSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PENITENTIAL PSALM: 6. DOMINE NE IN FURORE by THOMAS WYATT DARKNESS IS THINNING by GREGORY I IMITATIONS OF HORACE: ODE IV, 1 by ALEXANDER POPE THE WESTERN JOURNALIST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A COWBOY'S HOPELESS LOVE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 12. TO SIR FRANCIS HENRY DRAKE, BARONET by MARK AKENSIDE |