THE steadfast coursing of the stars,
The waves that ripple to the shore,
The vigorous trees which year by year
Spread upwards more and more;
The jewel forming in the mine,
The snow that falls so soft and light,
The rising and the setting sun,
The growing glooms of night;
All natural things both live and move
In natural peace that is their own;
Only in our disordered life
Almost is she unknown.
She is not rest, nor sleep, nor death;
Order and motion ever stand
To carry out her firm behests
As guards at her right hand.
And something of her living force
Fashions the lips when Christians say
To Him Whose strength sustains the world,
'Give us Thy Peace, we pray!'
That is the rhythm and the rhyme that I wish I could attain. Reads so smooth and easy yet carries a beautiful message
How beautifully the poet has described peace in nature all around but for man it is a far cry: ]] All natural things both live and move / In natural peace that is their own / Only in our disordered life / Almost is she unknown.
The wonders of nature and miracles displayed by it's manifestations have been marvelously narrated in this poem rich in rhyme and rhythm.
nice imagery...sounds lovely... And something of her living force Fashions the lips when Christians say To Him Whose strength sustains the world, 'Give us Thy Peace, we pray! ' loved these lines..superb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Look at the last line of every quatrain. It is a new movement in Romantic verse since the Romantics.