Earth grown old, yet still so green, Deep beneath her crust of cold Nurses fire unfelt, unseen: Earth grown old. We who live are quickly told: Millions more lie hid between Inner swathings of her fold. When will fire break up her screen? When will life burst thro' her mould? Earth, earth, earth, thy cold is keen, Earth grown old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BUTCHER SHOP by DAVID IGNATOW SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL |