Edna Saint Vincent Millay's "God's World"

Today's poem is Edna Saint Vincent Millay's "God's World." 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 sagAnd all but cry with colour!   That gaunt cragTo 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 isAs stretcheth me apart,—Lord, I do fearThou’st made the world too beautiful this year;My soul is all but out of me,—let fallNo burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit dailypoempod.substack.com/subscribe

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