Poems (Young)/Quietude
QUIETUDE.
Green banks above me and below
A little stream that sings all day,
A willow bough with buds a-row,
And a tall pine tree, where I know
A sharp-eyed squirrel hides away.
A little stream that sings all day,
A willow bough with buds a-row,
And a tall pine tree, where I know
A sharp-eyed squirrel hides away.
A little world of quietude
Shut close from careless passers by
Where I may sit alone and brood
On the dim wisdom of the wood
The mystery of the sea and sky.
Shut close from careless passers by
Where I may sit alone and brood
On the dim wisdom of the wood
The mystery of the sea and sky.
Who knows but I may grow so wise
If I sit there day after day
That God will open to my eyes
The hidden world of life that lies
So near, so very far away.
If I sit there day after day
That God will open to my eyes
The hidden world of life that lies
So near, so very far away.
The world no heart may find untaught
No mortal eyes unpurged may view
It is with beauty so enwrought:
The world the old magicians sought
And long ago the wise men knew.
No mortal eyes unpurged may view
It is with beauty so enwrought:
The world the old magicians sought
And long ago the wise men knew.