Hast thou seen reversed the prophet's miracle-- The worm that, touched, a twig-like semblance takes? Or hast thou mused what giveth the craft that makes The twirling spider at once invisible, And the spermal odor to the barberry flower, Or heard the singing sand by the cold coast foam, Or late--in inland autumn groves afar-- Hast thou ever plucked the little chick-wintergreen star And tasted the sour of its leaf? Then come With me betimes, and I will show thee more Than these, of nature's secrecies the least: In the first morning, overcast and chill, And in the day's young sunshine, seeking still For earliest flowers and gathering to the east. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOREST FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST A PARADOX by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRAYER AT SUNRISE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |