George Santayana

(16 December 1863 - 26 September 1952 / Madrid)

Decima - Poem by George Santayana

Silent daisies out of reach,
Maidens of the starry grass,
Gazing on me as I pass
With a look too wise for speech,
Teach me resignation,--teach
Patience to the barren clod,
As, above your happier sod,
Bending to the wind's caress,
You--unplucked, alas!--no less
Sweetly manifest the god.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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