George MacDonald

(10 December 1824 – 18 September 1905 / Huntly, Aberdeenshire, Scotland)

In A Churchyard - Poem by George MacDonald

There may be seeming calm above, but no!-
There is a pulse below which ceases not,
A subterranean working, fiery hot,
Deep in the million-hearted bosom, though
Earthquakes unlock not the prodigious show
Of elemental conflict; and this spot
Nurses most quiet bones which lie and rot,
And here the humblest weeds take root and grow.
There is a calm upon the mighty sea,
Yet are its depths alive and full of being,
Enormous bulks that move unwieldily;
Yet, pore we on it, they are past our seeing!-
From the deep sea-weed fields, though wide and ample,
Comes there no rushing sound:
these
do not trample!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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