George Edward Woodberry

(1855-1930 / United States)

The Secret - Poem by George Edward Woodberry

Nightingales warble about it,
   All night under blossom and star;
The wild swan is dying without it,
   And the eagle crieth afar;
The sun he doth mount but to find it,
   Searching the green earth o'er;
But more doth a man's heart mind it,
   Oh, more, more, more!

Over the gray leagues of ocean
   The infinite yearneth alone;
The forests with wandering emotion
   The thing they know not intone;
Creation arose but to see it,
   A million lamps in the blue;
But a lover he shall be it
   If one sweet maid is true.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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