Poems (Browning)/Mine

by Eunice Browning

For works with similar titles, see Mine.

Mine

Mine is all this world's dominion! Mine the joy of everything!Fancy turneth where she wingeth, Mine is all the heart of spring.

I have kissed the dawn of morning Where the flowers tread with the sun;Mine the power past understanding, For the flowers turned, one by one.

Mine the hand that points the sapling Toward a sky of turquoise blue;Mine the love that guides the birdling From its straw nest in the dew.

I have wandered with the river From the brooklet to the sea,Mine alone the ceaseless waters, For their music speaks of me.

Mine the glory of the mountains, Rugged hill and silent steep;Mine for aye their leaping fountains, As they tremble to the deep.

I'm the summer and the winter, Or the autumn's flame unfurled;I'm the glad sweet breath of Nature; I am Nature—and the world!