I WAS a little gleaner Of all the days would yield, When wonder overtook me At work within the field. The stars they gathered round me, Holding their torches high. They cried, `Behold the chosen!' And it was none but I. They hailed me royal, kindred, And made me understand With gifts of light and darkness They gave into my hand. And here the wonder holds me Though voices all are gone, Here in the brimming silence, With this to think upon. The kiss upon my forehead Forevermore is mine. The sweetness fills my heart up; The tears make all things shine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BLACK RIDERS: 56 by STEPHEN CRANE THE HILL WIFE: THE SMILE by ROBERT FROST THIS SUMMER AND LAST by THOMAS HARDY SPRING QUIET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WHEN I HEARD AT THE CLOSE OF THE DAY by WALT WHITMAN TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON ON HEARING HIM MISPRAISED by MATTHEW ARNOLD |