I LOVE to sleep out doors beneath an elm Where spreads a canopy of frail green lace Between me and the moon— A fragile lace made silvery with stars. I lie in radiant dusk and watch the trace Of shadows in the circled realm Below the tree till the warm dark unbars Each secret lure of June. Such nights bring to my heart a rich content And oneness with the earth, for then I know The feel of breathing sod, The deep dreams of the river rushing by Beneath sweet alder blooms that fall and scent The frothy water. @3Once when a low And simple prayer went lifting toward the sky An elm tree talked with God.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY THEY HAVEN'T HEARD THE WEST IS OVER by JAMES GALVIN PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER AGING TOGETHER by CLARENCE MAJOR |