THOUGH the winds but stir on their hoary thrones
Of hemlock and pungent pine,
All the whispering woodland tones
Gossip of things divine, —
Why God is gray in the granite rock,
And green in the lichen flake,
And swift in the darting swallow-flock,
And slow in the lapping lake;
Why God is sweet in the hermit-thrush,
And hoarse in the frog; and why
His touch on the bee is golden plush,
And gauze on the stinging fly;
Why God is life in the mushroom there,
And death in the toadstool here;
Mirth in the dancing maidenhair;
In its hidden adder, fear.
Oh, if this berry that stains my lip
Could teach me the woodland chat,
Science would bow to my scholarship,
And Theology doff the hat.
This is a thought provoking song, why song? Since this poem is a highly artistic creation, the reader can hear the tune, as soon as we read we can hear the melody, we can dance to the tune, a most beautiful melody,
Wonderful! We can enjoy this world with out questioning all that nature offers us to see, hear, touch, use and enjoy.
People get enjoyment without caring the meaning of the world nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, a pleasure ti read again. Our questioning mind will be asking these questions for ever but the heart enjoys the beauty of God given riches in all its forms.