God’s World
O World, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide gray skies! Thy mists that hover, and thy bows that cluff Like tall trees; O I have felt such a scuff On waters of silver, thy moon blooms high!
Under coat of vivid stars, brilliant there, I marveled in the frenzy of a weary heart. O dark heavens shining afar, thine in a pool!
Hearts along the bank in darkness newly dimmed Can capture the hymn by shelter untamed: With something of shadow, they trembled at praise.
Now go and walk the gold-tipped shores, Where love and beauty kiss in the rustling breeze Of life’s ethereal allure.
- Edna St Vincent Millay