I bent again unto the ground And I heard the quiet sound Which the grasses make when they Come up laughing from the clay. -- We are the voice of God! -- they said; Thereupon I bent my head Down again that I might see If they truly spoke to me. But, around me, everywhere, Grass and tree and mountain were Thundering in mighty glee, -- We are the voice of deity! -- And I leapt from where I lay! I danced upon the laughing clay! And, to the rock that sang beside, -- We are the voice of God! -- I cried. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOW TIDE ON GRAND-PRE by BLISS CARMAN A BROKEN APPOINTMENT by THOMAS HARDY IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE LAST TOURNAMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON PSALM 35. JUDICA DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 14 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |