One night I wandered alone from my comrades' huts; The grasshoppers chirped softly In the warm misty evening; Bracken fronds beckoned from the darkness With exquisite frail green fingers; The tree gods muttered affectionately about me, And from the distance came the grumble of a kindly train. I was so happy to be alone, So full of love for the great speechless earth, That I could have laid my cheek in the wet grasses And caressed with my lips the hard sinewy body Of Earth, the cherishing mistress of bitter lovers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALENTINE TO SHERWOOD ANDERSON by GERTRUDE STEIN THE WORD by WILLIAM WALSHAM HOW THE LACHRYMATORY by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER ON RETURN FROM THE SHORE by HELEN IFFLA BAY A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 18 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |