God's World
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy Woods, this lovely day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with color! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
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;
My soul is all but out of me--let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
--Edna St. Vincent Millay
