In this calm gully has been given me The peace that arduous yearning may not span, The beauty that eludes our fervency And love that comes not easily to man. Not law, but love of thrushes guided him Who in his wandering found this gully first; How dark it must have seemed, how secret, dim, Till at his feet the flowers from darkness burst! Joyously frail the joy I have found here, There breathes a tremulous sadness in these groves, But 'tis not cruel; 'tis the radiant fear That hovers round whatever thing man loves. The dread that huddles into shuddering minds, The false philosophies of frightened men, Desire that sways and falls, binds and unbinds, Shall not awake my foolish care again. If some devoted wanderer could devise This passage through the scented underwood, May not man's thoughtful habit, dumb yet wise, Bring back a careless people to its good? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 11 by JAMES JOYCE FACADE: 7. MADAME MOUSE TROTS by EDITH SITWELL GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: HOME TO FARGO by KAREN SWENSON |