O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! 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.
(Edna St. Vincent Millay)
More Poetry from Edna St. Vincent Millay:
Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems based on Topics: World, Soul, Passion, Success- [Four Sonnets (1922)] (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
- Bluebeard (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
- Interim (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
- Renascence (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
- Ode To Silence (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
- The Suicide (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: World Poems, Soul Poems, Success Poems, Passion PoemsBased on Keywords: sag, stretcheth