LET me be always one with earth Who bade her music through me run, Who through my veins poured singing mirth, Made me a dancer in her sun! Out of her living dust she made, -- The dust that once was leaves and trees; Grey dust of roses long decayed, Still warm with life of birds and bees; The dust of grass, the dust of clover, High forests that have long been dead, And dust of many a laughing lover, Whose songs are running in my head. . . All that earth has been, all she is, Her musics and her ecstasies, Cold winter rains, warm rains of spring, And the slow sun that makes her sing, -- I know them all, all earth's in me, I am earth's child, and I am earth; At one with her in grief and glee, I dream, with her, through death and birth. While I am living, give me speech Unconscious as the song of birds, So I may sing earth's praise, and teach Her beauty, though in broken words; When I am dead, let leaf and bough, And small grass, and anemone, Have this sweet life that I have now: Earth, bid your lovers rise from me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY CHRISTMAS by GEORGE HERBERT ODES II, 14 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS PSALM 82 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON READING OF THE DEATH OF THOMAS WOLFE by MARION LOUISE BLISS UNEASY PEACE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE TEARS OF A PAINTER by VINCENT BOURNE |