Root that partakes of stone And stone that shares the leaf, Let one who hastens by Born to a cycle brief, Become in ways his own, Your fibre, slow to die. In one clear moment let The angry blood be still, Sleep in the root's thick veins, Draw from the wood its fill, Pause in the stone, grow set Where the gray leaf drinks the rains. And let the harried mind Forsaking dreams and haste, Be quenched in stars and sun, A thousand years slow-paced, For an instant standing blind, With stone and ivy one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WOUNDED CUPID. SONG by ANACREON NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP by ROBERT SOUTHWELL MOON AND VENUS by ABUL MUGHIRA THE CROSS; TO THE MOTHERS OF THE MARTYRED DEAD UPON FIELD OF BATTLE by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER THE SONG OF THE SPANISH MAIN by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) THE WATER LILY by MARY FRANCES MARSHALL BUTTS EARLY SPRING IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |