God’s World
By
Edna St. Vincent Millay
“O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, they wide gray skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
They woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with color! That gaunt crag
To crush! To life 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 all.
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay ~