Henry Van Dyke

(10 November 1852 – 10 April 1933 / Germantown, Pennsylvania)

Mother Earth - Poem by Henry Van Dyke

Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed,
Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the glory of the field,
Mother of all the manifold forms of life, deep-bosomed, patient, impassive,
Silent brooder and nurse of lyrical joys and sorrows!
Out of thee, yea, surely out of the fertile depth below thy breast,
Issued in some strange way, thou lying motionless, voiceless,
All these songs of nature, rhythmical, passionate, yearning,
Coming in music from earth, but not unto earth returning.

Dust are the blood-red hearts that beat in time to these measures,
Thou hast taken them back to thyself, secretly, irresistibly
Drawing the crimson currents of life down, down, down
Deep into thy bosom again, as a river is lost in the sand.
But the souls of the singers have entered into the songs that revealed them, -
Passionate songs, immortal songs of joy and grief and love and longing:
Floating from heart to heart of thy children, they echo above thee:
Do they not utter thy heart, the voices of those that love thee?

Long hadst thou lain like a queen transformed by some old enchantment
Into an alien shape, mysterious, beautiful, speechless,
Knowing not who thou wert, till the touch of thy Lord and Lover
Working within thee awakened the man-child to breathe thy secret.
All of thy flowers and birds and forests and flowing waters
Are but enchanted forms to embody the life of the spirit;
Thou thyself, earth-mother, in mountain and meadow and ocean,
Holdest the poem of God, eternal thought and emotion.

Topic(s) of this poem: mother


Comments about Mother Earth by Henry Van Dyke

  • Rajnish Manga (8/27/2017 12:32:00 AM)


    This is indeed a wonderful poem devoted to the bounties showered by God and distributed by Mother Earth for the benefit of all human beings, flora and fauna. Thanks a lot.
    Mother of all the manifold forms of life,
    Silent brooder and nurse of lyrical joys and sorrows!
    Holdest the poem of God, eternal thought and emotion.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 17, 2014


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