THE holy Heaven longs to thrust the Earth, And Earth, for love, would make her marriage-bed. Rain-showers falling from the bridegroom Heaven Impregnate Earth, who brings to birth for men Grass for the flocks and the Earth-mother's corn. And from the shining stream of rain the trees Perfect their fruits. Joint cause of all am I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAMING CIRCLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER HIS LADY'S HAND by THOMAS WYATT |