To the Earth
The heart can understand, oh, Mother Earth!
Thy tides and winds and seasons whisper, “Fate
Has held us dumb through centuries of hate,
And tears, and blood for things of little worth.”
The heart can understand, since Lilith's mirth
Shivered the early echoes, half in scorn,
The world-wide leap of light from every dawn,
Day's dying pomp around thy blood-drenched girth.
Across thy theatre pageants come and pass:
The power and pride of man, a scenic thing,
Frames forth his glory in enduring brass;
And through his dust I hear the whispering
Of lifted waters, and a blade of grass
Breaking the murmur-laden breast of Spring.
Thy tides and winds and seasons whisper, “Fate
Has held us dumb through centuries of hate,
And tears, and blood for things of little worth.”
The heart can understand, since Lilith's mirth
Shivered the early echoes, half in scorn,
The world-wide leap of light from every dawn,
Day's dying pomp around thy blood-drenched girth.
Across thy theatre pageants come and pass:
The power and pride of man, a scenic thing,
Frames forth his glory in enduring brass;
And through his dust I hear the whispering
Of lifted waters, and a blade of grass
Breaking the murmur-laden breast of Spring.
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