I bent again unto the ground And I heard the quiet sound Which the grasses make when they Come up laughing from the clay. -- We are the voice of God! -- they said; Thereupon I bent my head Down again that I might see If they truly spoke to me. But, around me, everywhere, Grass and tree and mountain were Thundering in mighty glee, -- We are the voice of deity! -- And I leapt from where I lay! I danced upon the laughing clay! And, to the rock that sang beside, -- We are the voice of God! -- I cried. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LILLIPUTIAN ODE ON THEIR MAJESTIES' ACCESSION by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) THE WORLD: A CHILD'S SONG by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS LINES PLACED OVER A CHIMNEY-PIECE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AN EPISTLE THROWN INTO A RIVER IN A BALL OF WAX by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE SOLDIER'S GRAVE by ADA CAMBRIDGE GILES'S HOPE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE POSTHUMOUS TALES: TALE 8. BARNABY; THE SHOPMAN by GEORGE CRABBE |