O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! <br />Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! <br />Thy mists that roll and rise! <br />Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag <br />And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag <br />To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff! <br />World, World, I cannot get thee close enough! <br /> <br />Long have I known a glory in it all, <br />But never knew I this; <br />Here such a passion is <br />As stretcheth me apart. Lord, I do fear <br />Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year. <br />My soul is all but out of me,—let fall <br />No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.<br /><br />Edna St Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-world-2/
