Take of the maiden's, of the mother's sigh, Of childhood's dream, the hope and peace that bless Old age; take of the lover's kiss, caress, Of light it kindles in the loved one's eye; Of June's long shadows, Autumn's evening sky, Of roses, of the south wind's tenderness, Of stars that burn through pine-tops, sprays that tress The willow-banks where brooks run stillest by; Take of the blissful lisping of young Spring, Take of the last faint, pleading grief of Fall, Of joy and woe that sleep and waking bring, — The costliest offerings of the great, the small; Now, pour into the empty soul each thing, And let the Finger touch that moveth all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO EXEMPTION FOR TOURISTS by KAREN SWENSON THE WHITE CHARGER by ABUS SALT EARLY DEATH AND FAME by MATTHEW ARNOLD EAST AND WEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD ON MEMORIAL DAY by EMMA BERGSTROM LET US REASON TOGETHER by LEVI BISHOP SICK BED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |