Earth grown old, yet still so green, Deep beneath her crust of cold Nurses fire unfelt, unseen: Earth grown old. We who live are quickly told: Millions more lie hid between Inner swathings of her fold. When will fire break up her screen? When will life burst thro' her mould? Earth, earth, earth, thy cold is keen, Earth grown old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON UNWELCOME by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE EPISODE OF HANDS by HAROLD HART CRANE COMFORT [TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE] by ROBERT HERRICK A SHORT SONG OF CONGRATULATION by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) SWITZERLAND AND ITALY by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES AS THE TEAM'S HEAD BRASS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |