The Earth Breath

 FROM the cool and dark-lipped furrows
 Breathes a dim delight
Through the woodland’s purple plumage
 To the diamond night.
Aureoles of joy encircle
 Every blade of grass
Where the dew-fed creatures silent
 And enraptured pass.
And the restless ploughman pauses,
 Turns and, wondering,
Deep beneath his rustic habit
 Finds himself a king;
For a fiery moment looking
 With the eyes of God
Over fields a slave at morning
 Bowed him to the sod.
Blind and dense with revelation
 Every moment flies,
And unto the Mighty Mother,
 Gay, eternal, rise
All the hopes we hold, the gladness,
 Dreams of things to be.
One of all thy generations,
 Mother, hails to thee.
Hail, and hail, and hail for ever,
 Though I turn again
From thy joy unto the human
 Vestiture of pain.
I, thy child who went forth radiant
 In the golden prime,
Find thee still the mother-hearted
 Through my night in time;
Find in thee the old enchantment
 There behind the veil
Where the gods, my brothers, linger.
 Hail, forever, hail!

Form: Ode

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