You thought: "The vaporous world on which I gaze Why is it beautiful? Why in the dome Of silent heaven do the planets roam In patient reckoning of the hallowed days? Why do the resinous pine woods, the bays Grey 'twixt the islets, or the pregnant loam With keen sweet voices speak to me of home? 'Tis God within them hearkens to my praise." To yours he may: to me the frozen sod And barren stars are piteous, and no God Called to me ever from the sullen sea. Yet have I known him, in my soul apart Worshiped him long, and found him in your heart -- What higher heaven should his dwelling be? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POST-MORTEM by EMILY DICKINSON TO A CYCLAMEN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ST. JOHN'S, CAMBRIDGE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE WHITE COMRADE (AFTER W.H. LEATHAM'S 'THE COMRADE IN WHIRE') by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER WHEN LET BY RAIN by EDWARD TAYLOR WHY DRINK WINE by HENRY ALDRICH DECORATION DAY PRAYER by ARTHUR ROSZELLE BEMIS JR. |