Friday Poetry: God's World by Edna St Vincent Millay

My Mom shared this poem with me, introducing me to Edna St. Vincent Millay. Mom is a delightful person: a reader of good books, a gardener, a mentor to 100s of young Christian women, a nurturing mother to her children, and a brave wife. When I grow up, I hope to be like her. Today is her 75th birthday.

God’s World

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 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 in Early Poems p 26

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:: this post is part of the Friday Poetry roundup hosted by The Book Mine Set.

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