Arbor and orchard in our soul's south land Bore fruit on either hand; And, caroling songs, we strayed among our vines How hazard-gay, yet yearning beyond these, Unsatisfied, for all our fruits and wines, Thirsting through all sweet savours of all things, Who drew no strength from faith and charity's Higher and lower springs. Joy's cloying fruits! We lacked strong grief, -- no less, Strict without bitterness; Humility's purging draught clear-cold and keen. The soul's sweet fields were ours at God's command. All unrefreshed we gazed across their green, Our plea the plea of Caleb's wistful daughter: "-- For thou hast given me a bright south land, -- Give also springs of water!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 10 by JAMES JOYCE THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUR WORLD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JONES'S PRIVATE ARGYMENT by SIDNEY LANIER SENRYU: BLIND DATE by TIMOTHY LIU SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |