God's World Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

God's World

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O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
   Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
   Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all,
   But never knew I this;
   Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart, -- Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me, -- let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

Godson Aheto 09 June 2019

Add a comment. please I want questions and answers to the colour of God

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Chukwuebuka Adebayo 29 July 2016

When beautiful poem I read, I feel wordless, and my head whispers it again and again

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Dinda Khairani 09 December 2015

This is so beautiful. Thanks for sharing! 10

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Melissa Patty 16 July 2015

Beautiful wording, really enjoyed reading it!

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Colleen Courtney 17 May 2014

Have always enjoyed reading this particular piece.

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Rockland / Maine / United States
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