A pilgrimage! A pilgrimage To the house of the Lyric Voice! But what shall we offer? No Rajah's coffer Has jewel worth the choice. But what is worthy our poet? Not pearls from fathoms down— For she who sings craves not these things— She wears the Laurel Crown! Offer a gift from the redwoods— God's green eternal trees, Whose epic roots in earthen boots Tread out the centuries. Show her the sea in summer— Its flowing fields in flower, When the moon-clock rides to time the tides, God's finger on the hour! Show her a tranquil sunset— Day's crimson afterlude, When the first low note of the thrush's throat Gives song to solitude! Take her the musk from the meadows When night lets down the bars, And the farmer-moon has thickly strewn The sapphire dusk with stars. Offer a gift from the garden Where roses bud and blow, And the morning-glory perfumes her story From jars of azure glow. God is a truthful giver— His hand wears not the glove— From his own to mine, from mine own to thine This rose whose name is Love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE STREETS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER RAIN AFTER A VAUDEVILLE SHOW by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 18 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE NAME OF JESUS by JOHN NEWTON SONNET: 146 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SISTERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS MADISON CAWEIN by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON RING FROM THE RIM OF THE GLASS, BOYS by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY |