'TIS the marvel of existence, This great patience feeding things, Till at last in myriad ages Wakes there one who sees and sings. Through the rifts of tottering temples Shines illimitable day; Men begin to lisp its meaning, -- Self must melt in love away. Never was the green of spring-time Half so beautiful to me As when I beheld it growing Out of deep necessity. A necessity that sightless More than sees the world it makes, Ay, and more than knows the gladness Sinless life in living takes. Name it how you can and care to, Words are vain and language rent, 'Tis too grandly simple for you! -- Infinitely innocent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE ANGELUS; HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1868 by FRANCIS BRET HARTE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BATTERIES OUT OF AMMUNITION by RUDYARD KIPLING |