Among The Rocks

Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth,
This autumn morning! How he sets his bones
To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet
For the ripple to run over in its mirth;
Listening the while, where on the heap of stones
The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.
That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true;
Such is life's trial, as old earth smiles and knows.
If you loved only what were worth your love,
Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you:
Make the low nature better by your throes!
Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!

by Robert Browning

Comments (8)

Ohhhh how I know exactly what you mean!
I'm a little dense, but I think I figured this one out. I can't say thatI found it to be interesting to me, but perhaps I'm just stale. I recommend it for those who like such things. It just isn't my thing. GW62
I don't get how someone wants so much from another,'s almost worser than parasitism.
Deep poem. Very lovely **Tyease**
This is really good... and great literary terms as well....
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