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. The late afternoon sky by Kettle Falls, Washington A view of the sunrise from my deck. Driving north on Highway 395 by Colville, Washington |
A view of Kellogg Peak and Haystack Peak in Kellogg, Idaho from Mom's front yard. 
The late afternoon sky by Kettle Falls, Washington
Driving north on Highway 395 by
I am LOVIN' that sunset!! BEAUTIFUL!!
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ReplyDeleteI could handle it.
what a glorious view and the tulips so inviting Sandy
ReplyDeleteOh, I so love this poem! Millay is one of my very favorite poets. She lived such an interesting life...and wrote some beautiful poems.
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