Earth Voices

 
Earth Voices 
 Written by Bliss Carman (1861-1929)
 
     I heard the spring wind whisper
     Above the brushwood fire,
     The world is made forever
     Of transport and desire.
 
     I am the breath of being,
     The primal urge of things;
     I am the whirl of star dust,
     I am the lift of wings.
 
     I am the splendid impulse
     That comes before the thought,
     The joy and exaltation
     Wherein the life is caught.
 
     Across the sleeping furrows
     I call the buried seed,
     And blade and bud and blossom
     Awaken at my need.
 
     Within the dying ashes
     I blow the sacred spark,
     And make the hearts of lovers
     To leap against the dark.
 
     I heard the spring light whisper
     Above the dancing stream,
     The world is made forever
     In likeness of a dream.
 
     I am the law of planets,
     I am the guide of man;
     The evening and the morning
     Are fashioned to my plan.
 
     I tint the dawn with crimson,
     I tinge the sea with blue;
     My track is in the desert,
     My trail is in the dew.
 
     I paint the hills with color,
     And in my magic dome
     I light the star of evening
     To steer the traveller home.
 
     Within the house of being,
     I feed the lamp of truth
     With tales of ancient wisdom
     And prophecies of youth.
 
     I heard the spring rain murmur
     Above the roadside flower,
     The world is made forever
     In melody and power.
 
     I keep the rhythmic measure
     That marks the steps of time,
     And all my toil is fashioned
     To symmetry and rhyme.
 
     I plow the untitled upland,
     I ripe the seeding grass,
     And fill the leafy forest
     With music as I pass,
 
     I hew the raw, rough granite
     To loveliness of line,
     And when my work is finished,
     Behold, it is divine!
 
     I am the master-builder
     In whom the ages trust.
     I lift the lost perfection
     To blossom from the dust.
 
     Then Earth to them made answer
     As with a slow refrain
     Born of the blended voices
     Of wind and sun and rain,
 
     This is the law of being
     That links the threefold chain:
     The life we give to beauty
     Returns to us again. 
 
 Written by: Bliss Carman  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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