What! Is Earth sodden of anguish? Is she lain weeping, sobbing the fields, And the tears that run them scarlet? White morning, as thou comest, Art thou not afeared That thy mantle shall be stained? Oh, silver-footed Eve, art thou not fearful That thou shalt bruise the torn breast Of Earth with thy step, causing her To weep anew her scarlet tears? Oh, Noon, hide thou thy sun, Lest the parched parch them sorer. Oh, Night, kneel upon the fields! Pray with cool words of silver moonlight. Spread thy mantle of mist, Making the fevered know the touch of mercy. Oh, gentle God! Oh, gentle God! Make an end of man's folly With thy wisdom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEVIL'S WALK [ON EARTH] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SOLDIER by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SHERIDAN AT CEDAR CREEK by HERMAN MELVILLE COLUMBUS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER SHAMEFUL DEATH by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 91 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE CONVENT THRESHOLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |