O little earth, O lovely earth
Whose breasts have given me suck,
Must I fall soon, of little worth-
Part of your mire and muck?
Brood planet, chosen to breed and bear
Fruit of the primal seed,
Have you no mother love, no care
For me, for my soul’s need?
Out of your heart I sprang one morning,
So short a time ago,
Fashioned to flesh with never a warning
That he who comes must go,
Fashioned to flesh that loves and prays
And dreams up to the moon,
Counting the seeming-endless days—
Midnight and dawn and noon.
O lovely earth, O mother earth,
Ripening spirit seed,
What star shall bring my soul to birth?
Am I then doomed-or freed?
O Little Earth
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