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*O God, I cried, give me new birth,
*And put me back upon the earth!
*Upset each cloud's gigantic gourd
*And let the heavy rain, down-poured
*In one big torrent, set me free,
*Washing my grave away from me!
*I ceased; and through the breathless hush
*That answered me, the far-off rush
*Of herald wings came whispering
*Like music down the vibrant string
*Of my ascending prayer, and - crash!
*Before the wild wind's whistling lash
*The startled storm-clouds reared on high
*And plunged in terror down the sky,
*And the big rain in one black wave
*Fell from the sky and struck my grave.
*I know not how such things can be;
*I only know there came to me
*A fragrance such as never clings
*To aught save happy living things;
*A sound as of some joyous elf
*Singing sweet songs to please himself,
*And, through and over everything,
*A sense of glad awakening.
*The grass, a-tiptoe at my ear,
*Whispering to me I could hear;
*I felt the rain's cool finger-tips
*Brushed tenderly across my lips,
*Laid gently on my sealed sight,
*And all at once the heavy night
*Fell from my eyes and I could see,
*A drenched and dripping apple-tree,
*A last long line of silver rain,
*A sky grown clear and blue again.
*And as I looked a quickening gust
*Of wind blew up to me and thrust
*Into my face a miracle
*Of orchard-breath and with the smell,
*I know not how such things can be!
*I breathed my soul back into me.
*Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I
*And hailed the earth with such a cry
*As is not heard save from a man
*Who has been dead, and lives again.
*About the trees my arms I wound;
*Like one gone mad I hugged the ground;
*I raised my quivering arms on high;
*I laughed and laughed into the sky,
*Till at my throat a strangling sob
*Caught fiercely, and a great heart-throb
*Sent instant tears into my eyes;
*O God, I cried, no dark disguise
*Can e'er hereafter hide from me
*Thy radiant identity!
*Thou canst not move across the grass
*But my quick eyes will see Thee pass,
*Nor speak, however silently,
*But my hushed voice will answer Thee.
*I know the path that tells Thy way
*Through the cool eve of every day;
*God, I can push the grass apart
*And lay my finger on Thy heart!
*The world stands out on either side
*No wider than the heart is wide;
*Above the world is stretched the sky,
*No higher than the soul is high.
*The heart can push the sea and land
*Farther away on either hand;
*The soul can split the sky in two,
*And let the face of God shine through.
*But East and West will pinch the heart
*That can not keep them pushed apart;
*And he whose soul is flat - the sky
*Will cave in on him by and by.
*She was too kind, wooed too persistently,
*Wrote moving letters to me day by day;
The more the more
The more gave, the
I not that I was not
not love again.
but like love far removed;
Hard though to love tried vain.
For was and fat
Yet I love too but not well.
had she been more beauteous or kind
might have found me of mind.
face is with me still;
a day one,
with me, as
wished knew not from
It not have
Wrong if could in my
to in my was
if a woman woo, no man
Should till have true,
will for pity, if he can,
But if the what can
could not. my whole life
The wrong I did, in I wrong.
time have to
though doubt it) made mine.
Or it been again,
Come what come she should have had way;
But yielding were then
been for day.
Or had she been to
In all things the one
here, at me
When came back,
Between the not tell
For turn shell
Whistling over as the
Of the darkness blind day.
foot through clay,
The where the lay
Through battle of unseen
upon his back within the
lay secure of all it
while across the sky
Of all should lie
Among the bed . . .
If climbed night,
the day's the
After the day's the
talking fit drop . . .
for days at
one eye open, under sun rain
hell-fire . . .
How things turned the
take life, you
know of the
back the when
fallen been for dead,
*If any! . . .