O Mother Earth, I have a fear <br />Which I would tell to thee- <br />Softly and gently in thine ear <br />When the moon and we are three. <br /> <br />Thy grass and flowers are beautiful; <br />Among thy trees I hide; <br />And underneath the moonlight cool <br />Thy sea looks broad and wide; <br /> <br />But this I fear-lest thou shouldst grow <br />To me so small and strange, <br />So distant I should never know <br />On thee a shade of change, <br /> <br />Although great earthquakes should uplift <br />Deep mountains from their base, <br />And thy continual motion shift <br />The lands upon thy face;- <br /> <br />The grass, the flowers, the dews that lie <br />Upon them as before- <br />Driven upwards evermore, lest I <br />Should love these things no more. <br /> <br />Even now thou dimly hast a place <br />In deep star galaxies! <br />And I, driven ever on through space, <br />Have lost thee in the skies!<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fear-4/
