DSC01048                GOD’S WORLD 

     by Edna St. Vincent Millay

O World, I cannot hold thee close enough!

     Thy winds, thy wide gray skies!

Thy mists that roll and rise!

     Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag

And all but cry with colour!  That gaunt crag

     To crush!  To lift the lean of that black bluff!

DSC01052World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

     Long have I known a glory in it all,

But never knew I this:

     Here such a passion is

As stretcheth me apart.  Lord, I do fear

     Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year,

DSC01059My soul is all but out of me, let fall

     No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.