Edna St. Vincent Millay

(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

God's World - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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.

Comments about God's World by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Oluwatobi Moses (7/29/2016 8:13:00 AM)

    When beautiful poem I read, I feel wordless, and my head whispers it again and again (Report) Reply

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  • Dinda Khairani (12/9/2015 11:30:00 AM)

    This is so beautiful.
    Thanks for sharing! 10
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  • Melissa Patty (7/16/2015 11:56:00 AM)

    Beautiful wording, really enjoyed reading it! (Report) Reply

  • (5/17/2014 9:10:00 AM)

    Have always enjoyed reading this particular piece. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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