Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, <br /> This autumn morning! How he sets his bones <br /> To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet <br /> For the ripple to run over in its mirth; <br /> Listening the while, where on the heap of stones <br /> The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet. <br /> That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true; <br /> Such is life's trial, as old earth smiles and knows. <br /> If you loved only what were worth your love, <br /> Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you: <br /> Make the low nature better by your throes! <br /> Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!<br /><br />Robert Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/among-the-rocks/
