God’s World

 BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

Photo by Alba_Grm

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! 

By Theo Bandelis

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.

By Theo Bandelis

GOD’S WORLD 

BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY