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Birds and Nature, Vol. 12 No. 4 [September 1902]
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2017
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I saw the wheat in billows roll,
A verdant ocean, stirred with joy,
It set a-throbbing in my soul
The madcap freedom of a boy: —
The blue sky bended far above,
A stagnant sea from pole to pole,
Clouds, like aerial ice-bergs, drove
On that still ocean, without shoal: —
The subtle spirit of the sky,
Alastor of my solitude,
Thrilled all my working pulses high
With visions of life’s magnitude —
(The wondrous vision of the whole!)
At once upon my startled eye,
Stood naked the primeval law,
Life’s noiseless currents eddied by,
The universal heart I saw,
Swayed by the cosmic oversoul. —
I trembled but I did not fall,
I ceased, and yet I did not die,
But from my eyes there fell the pall,
My soul no longer wondered why:
I knew the secret of the world,
Of night and day, of life and death,
For one brief instant, onward whirled,
My being breathed with godlike breath:
The sky spun like a mighty bowl,
I saw the wheat in billows roll.
Edward O. Jackson.
A verdant ocean, stirred with joy,
It set a-throbbing in my soul
The madcap freedom of a boy: —
The blue sky bended far above,
A stagnant sea from pole to pole,
Clouds, like aerial ice-bergs, drove
On that still ocean, without shoal: —
The subtle spirit of the sky,
Alastor of my solitude,
Thrilled all my working pulses high
With visions of life’s magnitude —
(The wondrous vision of the whole!)
At once upon my startled eye,
Stood naked the primeval law,
Life’s noiseless currents eddied by,
The universal heart I saw,
Swayed by the cosmic oversoul. —
I trembled but I did not fall,
I ceased, and yet I did not die,
But from my eyes there fell the pall,
My soul no longer wondered why:
I knew the secret of the world,
Of night and day, of life and death,
For one brief instant, onward whirled,
My being breathed with godlike breath:
The sky spun like a mighty bowl,
I saw the wheat in billows roll.
Edward O. Jackson.
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