WHERE the region grows without a lord, Between the thickets emerald-stoled, In the woodland bottom the virgin sward, The cream of the earth, through depths of mold O'erflowing wells from secret cells, While the moon and the sun keep watch and ward, And the ancient world is never old. Here, alone, by the grass-green hearth Tarry a little: the mood will come! Feel your body a part of earth; Rest and quicken your thought at home; Take your ease with the brooding trees; Join in their deep-down silent mirth The crumbling rock and the fertile loam. Listen and watch! The wind will sing; And the day go out by the western gate; The night come up on her darkling wing; And the stars with flaming torches wait. Listen and see! And love and be The day and the night and the world-wide thing Of strength and hope you contemplate. No lofty Patron of Nature! No; Nor a callous devotee of Art! But the friend and the mate of the high and the low, And the pal to take the vermin's part, Your inmost thought divinely wrought, In the grey earth of your brain aglow With the red earth burning in your heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM WETMORE STORY SKYFARER by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD A SPRING CAROL by ADRA CAROLINE BATCHELDER THE RUSSIAN STUDENT'S TALE by MATHILDE BLIND SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 40 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE GREAT LEADER by EDWARD CARPENTER |