Poem of the Day ~ God’s World

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.



  1. In the overwhelming beauty of God’s world, the poet’s soul trembles with a mixture of awe, fear, and a longing to intimately embrace the profound depths of existence.

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