May 21, 2008

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide gray skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with color! 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...Edna St Vincent Millay


  1. what lovely skies, what gracious woods

  2. what lovely images,art and poetry,to nourish spirits hungry for beauty !

  3. Incredibly beautiful! A perfect and magnificent orb of light!

    The poem compliments the photo and vice versa.


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