EARTH, knowing not eld, in thy youth all divine, Though the ages unceasing are evermore thine, Once more be birth-thrilled, until forth from thy womb Throng the myriad forms of the world's waking bloom. For the sweet of the year, great Earth-mother, is here, And, lo! on the uplands the flowers appear, And blithe is the wing, and the song it is glad, And our yearning hearts only are heavy and sad. Earth, mother undying, thy tender arms keep So safe in thy bosom the dear things asleep, So strong is thy pulse-beat to bid them again Know battle and conquest, and hunger and pain. The insistence of growth, the fair crown of the leaf, The fruit in its ripeness, the rich bending sheaf— Earth, this thou canst do, yet our dearer loves go, And return not again from their beds hollowed low. Our hearts are nigh breaking with bliss and with dole; In the midst of the rapture, how lonely the soul! Comes the bird to the green bough, the bud to the tree, But not from the dark come my darlings to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOCTOR OF BILLIARDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE STENOGRAPHERS by PATRICIA KATHLEEN PAGE CLOD OF THE EARTH by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH IN AN EMPTY HOUSE by IVAN ALEKSEYEVITCH (ALEXEYVICH) BUNIN EXIT NIGHTINGALE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SIDNEY'S ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: CANTO SECUNDO. LOVE'S PILGRIMS by THOMAS CAMPION THE UNCONQUERED AIR: 2 by FLORENCE EARLE COATES SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD: 5. THE PHOTOGRAPH by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |