Representative Poetry Online
On this day: November 26th
Random Poem of the Day
1The harp at Nature's advent strung
2 Has never ceased to play;
3The song the stars of morning sung
4 Has never died away.
5And prayer is made, and praise is given,
6 By all things near and far;
7The ocean looketh up to heaven,
8 And mirrors every star.
9Its waves are kneeling on the strand,
10 As kneels the human knee,
11Their white locks bowing to the sand,
12 The priesthood of the sea!
13They pour their glittering treasures forth,
14 Their gifts of pearl they bring,
15And all the listening hills of earth
16 Take up the song they sing.
17The green earth sends its incense up
18 From many a mountain shrine;
19From folded leaf and dewy cup
20 She pours her sacred wine.
21The mists above the morning rills
22 Rise white as wings of prayer;
23The altar-curtains of the hills
24 Are sunset's purple air.
25The winds with hymns of praise are loud,
26 Or low with sobs of pain, --
27The thunder-organ of the cloud,
28 The dropping tears of rain.
29With drooping head and branches crossed
30 The twilight forest grieves,
31Or speaks with tongues of Pentecost
32 From all its sunlit leaves.
33The blue sky is the temple's arch,
34 Its transept earth and air,
35The music of its starry march
36 The chorus of a prayer.
37So Nature keeps the reverent frame
38 With which her years began,
39And all her signs and voices shame
40 The prayerless heart of man.