I <br /> <br />Leave the uproar: at a leap <br />Thou shalt strike a woodland path, <br />Enter silence, not of sleep, <br />Under shadows, not of wrath; <br />Breath which is the spirit's bath <br />In the old Beginnings find, <br />And endow them with a mind, <br />Seed for seedling, swathe for swathe. <br />That gives Nature to us, this <br />Give we her, and so we kiss. <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Fruitful is it so: but hear <br />How within the shell thou art, <br />Music sounds; nor other near <br />Can to such a tremor start. <br />Of the waves our life is part; <br />They our running harvests bear: <br />Back to them for manful air, <br />Laden with the woodland's heart! <br />That gives Battle to us, this <br />Give we it, and good the kiss.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-and-life-2/
