Dear earth, it almost seems a sacrilege After the patterned ways may feet have trod On cobblestones and pavements beaten hard, To set my sandaled feet upon your sod. Oh shoes, tread lightly on the tender breast Of earth. It breathes so near the heart of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AUNT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE MOWER TO THE GLOW-WORMS by ANDREW MARVELL TO HIS DEAD BODY by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE PREACHER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER NAMELESS PAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LOAN by SABINE BARING-GOULD |