Mattins And Other Poems
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A clock chimed in the village down below ; Some children shouted ; and the blue smoke curled Out of the cottage chimneys 'twas as though There could be nothing ugly in the world. The lights gleamed from the houses in the wood ; And God smiled, for He saw that it was good.
38 GOD 39 Then, as I laid my head upon the ground And waited there for dark night's close embrace, I heard, far off, a murmuring, rumbling sound, As if the earth groaned at her own disgrace ; It trembled on the breeze, swelled..., and then died; Again the branches rustled, and God sighed.
HARLOW.
MATTINS A BRILLIANT summer morning, still and hot ; A day for flannels and a pipe, and not For stuffy Sunday clothes, a long, dull walk, And duller sermon, and the vapid talk Of fellow-Christians, with souls replete, Hurrying to fill their bodies with roast meat.
(Their worship's over ; God's returned to Heaven, And stays there till next Sunday at eleven. ) . . . I had forgot 'twas Sunday ; all this Beauty Plays Hell with a respectable man's duty ; And, lying there beneath the chestnut trees, Watching the busy buzzing of the bees, Sniffing the little, cedar-scented breeze That whisked invisible across the lawn To kiss me crimson ramblers, like the dawn In mid- winter, mocking my lazy eyes I felt so full of joyous psalmodies, I could have sung aloud my praise to God There and then.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
A clock chimed in the village down below ; Some children shouted ; and the blue smoke curled Out of the cottage chimneys 'twas as though There could be nothing ugly in the world. The lights gleamed from the houses in the wood ; And God smiled, for He saw that it was good.
38 GOD 39 Then, as I laid my head upon the ground And waited there for dark night's close embrace, I heard, far off, a murmuring, rumbling sound, As if the earth groaned at her own disgrace ; It trembled on the breeze, swelled..., and then died; Again the branches rustled, and God sighed.
HARLOW.
MATTINS A BRILLIANT summer morning, still and hot ; A day for flannels and a pipe, and not For stuffy Sunday clothes, a long, dull walk, And duller sermon, and the vapid talk Of fellow-Christians, with souls replete, Hurrying to fill their bodies with roast meat.
(Their worship's over ; God's returned to Heaven, And stays there till next Sunday at eleven. ) . . . I had forgot 'twas Sunday ; all this Beauty Plays Hell with a respectable man's duty ; And, lying there beneath the chestnut trees, Watching the busy buzzing of the bees, Sniffing the little, cedar-scented breeze That whisked invisible across the lawn To kiss me crimson ramblers, like the dawn In mid- winter, mocking my lazy eyes I felt so full of joyous psalmodies, I could have sung aloud my praise to God There and then.
What to read after Mattins And Other Poems?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Geoffrey Herbert Crump to read onlineMoreLess
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