Katharine Lee Bates

United States
Katharine Lee Bates
United States


Rating: 2.8
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.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Savita Tyagi 09 March 2015
Wonderful! We can enjoy this world with out questioning all that nature offers us to see, hear, touch, use and enjoy.
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Aftab Alam Khursheed 09 March 2015
People get enjoyment without caring the meaning of the world nice poem
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