God's World

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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.

Next 10 Poems

• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Grown-up
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Indifference
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Inland
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Interim
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Journey
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Kin To Sorrow
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Lament
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old

Previous 10 Poems

• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Four Sonnets: 04 ( I Shall Forget You Presently, My Dear )
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Four Sonnets: 03 ( Oh, Think Not I Am Faithful To A Vow! )
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Four Sonnets: 02 ( I Think I Should Have Loved You Presently )
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Four Sonnets: 01 ( Love, Though For This You Riddle Me With Darts )
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : First Fig
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Exiled
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Epitaph
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Elegy Before Death
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Elegy
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Elaine