Earth grown old, yet still so green, Deep beneath her crust of cold Nurses fire unfelt, unseen: Earth grown old. We who live are quickly told: Millions more lie hid between Inner swathings of her fold. When will fire break up her screen? When will life burst thro' her mould? Earth, earth, earth, thy cold is keen, Earth grown old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF ONE DEAD by CONRAD AIKEN A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AN ISLAND (SAINT HELENA, 1821) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON INVOCATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |