OUT of the earth have I made me a pillow, Smoothed it and mossed it and grassed it well over; Under the tremulous leaves of the willow, Lo, it is there I have made me a pillow, Down where the rillet runs by like a rover, And bees quaff deep from the sweet white clover! Sooth, there is much both to learn and to listen to, -- Twitter of wren and the warble of thrushes! Bosom and throat how they quiver and glisten, too! Mellower music nowhere will you listen to; Trills that are golden and silvery gushes, And the brook meanwhile making love to the rushes. Day-time or night-time, noon-time or moon-time, Ever there's something to lure me and hold me; You know the charm that there is in the Junetime! (Day-time or night-time, noon-time or moon-time!) Such is the magic that seems to enfold me, Play on my spirit, re-fashion, re-mould me. Bough-sway above me, and reed-sway below me, And gentle leaf-laughter around and about me; Crickets, cicadas and katydids know me; Tinkles and trebles above and below me! Just the old earth-joy the clear voices shout me; If there is happier haven I doubt me! Yea, on the breast of the loving all-mother, Lo, it is there I a pillow have made me! Soothe can she, lull can she, more than another, -- She, the all-bountiful, beautiful mother! Oh, that her peace, with its healing, may aid me, When, at the last, on her breast they have laid me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SELF-REJECTED by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER A CORONAL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ON THE ORIGIN OF EVIL by JOHN BYROM CHARITAS NIMIA; OR THE DEAR BARGAIN by RICHARD CRASHAW AUNT FANNY; A LEGEND OF A SHIRT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM WHAT DICK AN' I DID by WILLIAM BARNES |