I LEAVE the uproar: at a leap Thou shalt strike a woodland path, Enter silence, not of sleep, Under shadows, not of wrath; Breath which is the spirit's bath In the old Beginnings find, And endow them with a mind, Seed for seedling, swathe for swathe. That gives Nature to us, this Give we her, and so we kiss. II Fruitful is it so: but hear How within the shell thou art, Music sounds; nor other near Can to such a tremor start. Of the waves our life is part; They our running harvests bear: Back to them for manful air, Laden with the woodland's heart! That gives Battle to us, this Give we it, and good the kiss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONRAD AT TWILIGHT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THE LIGHTED WINDOW by SARA TEASDALE RELIGIO LAICI; OR, A LAYMAN'S FAITH by JOHN DRYDEN THE FIRST BLUEBIRD by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY MOONRISE AT SEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SILKWORM by VINCENT BOURNE SONG TO THE SULIOTES by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE GOLDEN WEDDING by EDWARD CARPENTER BLANK MISGIVINGS OF A CREATURE MOVING ABOUT IN WORLDS NOT REALIZED: 3 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |