SWEET as Eden is the air, And Eden-sweet the ray. No Paradise is lost for them Who foot by branching root and stem, And lightly with the woodland share The change of night and day. Here all say, We serve her, even as I: We brood, we strive to sky, We gaze upon decay, We wot of life through death, How each feeds each we spy; And is a tangle round, Are patient; what is dumb We question not, nor ask The silent to give sound, The hidden to unmask, The distant to draw near. And this the woodland saith: I know not hope or fear; I take whate'er may come; I raise my head to aspects fair, From foul I turn away. Sweet as Eden is the air, And Eden-sweet the ray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACES 1. TWILIGHT (TUCSON) by SARA TEASDALE PROMETHEUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON OLD FOLKS AT HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER DECORATION DAY PRAYER by ARTHUR ROSZELLE BEMIS JR. FEATHERSTONHAUGH by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE THE THEME AND THE PUPPET by LETA GRACE BORLAND THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: DEDICATION TO EDWARD, LORD ZOUCH by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |