The Vagrant of Time

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

THE GOOD EARTH


 

THE smell of burning weeds
     Upon the twilight air;
The piping of the frogs
     From meadows wet and bare;

A presence in the wood,

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     And in my blood a stir;
In all the ardent earth
     No failure or demur.

O spring wind, sweet with love
     And tender with desire,

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Pour into veins of mine
     Your pure, impassioned fire.

O waters, running free
     With full, exultant song,
Give me, for outworn dream,

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     Life that is clean and strong.

O good Earth, warm with youth,
     My childhood heart renew.
Make me elate, sincere,
     Simple and glad, as you.

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O springing things of green,
     O waiting things of bloom,
O winging things of air,
     Your lordship now resume.