The Melody of Earth: An Anthology of Garden and Nature Poems From Present-Day Poets — John Shaqi
The Melody of Earth: An Anthology of Garden and Nature Poems From Present-Day Poets
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The Melody of Earth: An Anthology of Garden and Nature Poems From Present-Day Poets
English poetry; Gardens -- Poetry; Nature in literature
Samuel Gardner _Edgar Lee Masters_ 277
Seeds _John Oxenham_ 278
"Lord, I ask a Garden" _R. Arevalo Martinez_ 279
My Flower-Room _Ella Wheeler Wilcox_ 280
"Vestured and veiled with twilight" _Rosamund Marriott
Watson_ 282
The Fruit Garden Path _Amy Lowell_ 283
Wood Song _Sara Teasdale_ 284
A Prayer _Edwin Markham_ 284
The Philosopher's Garden _John Oxenham_ 285
Index of Titles 287
Index of Authors 297
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WITHIN GARDEN WALLS
EARTH
_Grasshopper, your fairy song
And my poem alike belong
To the deep and silent earth
From which all poetry has birth;
All we say and all we sing
Is but as the murmuring
Of that drowsy heart of hers
When from her deep dream she stirs:
If we sorrow, or rejoice,
You and I are but her voice._
_Deftly does the dust express
In mind her hidden loveliness,
And from her cool silence stream
The cricket's cry and Dante's dream:
For the earth that breeds the trees
Breeds cities too, and symphonies,
Equally her beauty flows
Into a savior or a rose._
* * * * *
_Even as the growing grass
Up from the soil religions pass,
And the field that bears the rye
Bears parables and prophecy.
Out of the earth the poem grows
Like the lily, or the rose;
And all that man is or yet may be,
Is but herself in agony
Toiling up the steep ascent
Towards the complete accomplishment
When all dust shall be, the whole
Universe, one conscious soul._
* * * * *
_Yea, and this my poem, too,
Is part of her as dust and dew,
Wherein herself she doth declare
Through my lips, and say her prayer._
JOHN HALL WHEELOCK
THE FURROW
Stride the hill, sower,
Up to the sky-ridge,
Flinging the seed,
Scattering, exultant!
Mouthing great rhythms
To the long sea beats
On the wide shore, behind
The ridge of the hillside.
Below in the darkness--
The slumber of mothers--
The cradles at rest--
The fire-seed sleeping
Deep in white ashes!
Give to darkness and sleep:
O sower, O seer!
Give me to the Earth.
With the seed I would enter.
O! the growth thro' the silence
From strength to new strength;
Then the strong bursting forth
Against primal forces,
To laugh in the sunshine,
To gladden the world!
PADRAIC COLUM
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