GREEN leaves panting for joy with the great wind rushing through; A burst of the sun from cloud and a sparkle on valley and hill, Gold on the corn, and red on the poppy, and on the rill Silver, and over all white clouds afloat in the blue. Swallows that dart, a lark unseen, innumerous song Chirruped and twittered, a lowing of cows in the meadow grass, Murmuring gnats, and bees that suck their honey and pass: God is alive, and at work in the world: -- we did it wrong. Human eyes, and human hands, and a human face Darkly beheld before in a vision, not understood, Do I at last begin to feel as I stand and gaze Why God waited for this, then called the world very good? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO LAKE LEMAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A BROKEN APPOINTMENT by THOMAS HARDY THE REVEILLE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE TO MADAME DE SEVIGNE by MATHIEU DE MONTREUIL ON CRITICS; IN IMITATION OF ANACREON by MATTHEW PRIOR THE BABIE by JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN LOUSE HUNTING by ISAAC ROSENBERG SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 110 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |