The music of a stream made him rejoice And brought a solace that all men must seek. For him the roll of thunder was no voice From mighty Heaven in judgment of the weak. He knew it for the sky's own counterpart To the mountain flood when spring releases snows In a tumbling roar. He'd quickly find the heart Of summer in the essence of a rose. On throbbing prairie nights beyond compare, When day long since had closed the crimson bars, With moonlight gently balanced in the air, He'd hold communion with a million stars. And once beneath tall trees, in the song of birds, I know for sure he listened to God's words. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETERNITY BLUES by HAYDEN CARRUTH JOY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PEACE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON READING WHITMAN IN A TOILET STALL by TIMOTHY LIU BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN BROWN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |