THOU bringest the rainbow and the purple morning. Bring me the love of a brooding hill. Thou bringest the singing sycamore and the wind. Bring me the joy of a wind-drenched soul. Thou bringest the ivory tusk of moon. Bring me the humility of stars. Thou bringest this beauty to me as if I were God. Bring me. . . O bring me nothing but the love of serving thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BERENICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |