| Poems by Women |
GOD'S WORLD
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds,
thy wide gray skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn
day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with color! 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.
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
