« ΠροηγούμενηΣυνέχεια »
To have one moment of thy dawn,
Henry David Thoreau [1817-1862]
SONG OF NATURE
MINE are the night and morning,
I hide in the solar glory,
I am dumb in the pealing song,
I rest on the pitch of the torrent,
In slumber I am strong.
No numbers have counted my tallies,
I sit by the shining Fount of Life
And ever by delicate powers
Gathering along the centuries
From race on race the rarest flowers,
And many a thousand summers
I wrote the past in characters
Of rock and fire the scroll,
The building in the coral sea,
The planting of the coal.
And thefts from satellites and rings
And broken stars I drew,
And out of spent and agèd things
I formed the world anew;
Song of Nature
What time the gods kept carnival,
Time and Thought were my surveyors,
They boiled the sea, and piled the layers
But he, the man-child glorious,—
The rainbow shines his harbinger,
The sunset gleams his smile.
My boreal lights leap upward,
Forthright my planets roll,
And still the man-child is not born,
The summit of the whole.
Must time and tide forever run?
Will never my winds go sleep in the west?
Will never my wheels which whirl the sun
Too much of donning and doffing,
I weary of my robe of snow,
I tire of globes and races,
What without him is summer's pomp,
Or winter's frozen shade?
I travail in pain for him,
My creatures travail and wait;
He comes not to the gate.
Twice I have moulded an image,
One in a Judæan manger,
One over against the mouths of Nile,
I moulded kings and saviors,
But fell the starry influence short,
Yet whirl the glowing wheels once more,
Seethe, Fate! the ancient elements,
Heat, cold, wet, dry, and peace, and pain.
Let war and trade and creeds and song
The sunburnt world a man shall breed
No ray is dimmed, no atom worn,
My oldest force is good as new,
And the fresh rose on yonder thorn
Gives back the bending heavens in dew.
Ralph Waldo Emerson [1803-1882]
"GREAT NATURE IS AN ARMY GAY"
GREAT nature is an army gay,
To Mother Nature
It swarms within my garden gate;
And now the banners all are bright,
Still through the night and through the livelong day The infinite army marches on its remorseless way.
Richard Watson Gilder [1844-1909]
TO MOTHER NATURE
NATURE, in thy largess, grant
Taste who will life's roadside cheer
Yea, and drain the blood which runs
Let me follow up the track
Of Love's deathless Zodiac
Where Joy climbs among the spheres
All the schools have taught me, yet
In a golden, far-off Spring,-
And the impossible be done
When the Wish and Deed grow one!
Frederic Lawrence Knowles [1869-1905]
THE PIPE OF PAN
HERE in this wild, primeval dell
Nor din of those who buy and sell,
Has broken Nature's perfect spell,
May not one hear, who listens well,
So virgin and unworldly seem
All things in this deep glade
Thick-curtained from the noonday beam,