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Who Was It Swept Against My Door
(6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)

Who Was It Swept Against My Door

Poem By Richard Le Gallienne

'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! '
And still the generations of the birds
Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and herds
Serenely live while we are keeping strife
With Heaven's true purpose in us, as a knife
Against which we may struggle ! Ocean girds
Unslackened the dry land, savannah-swards
Unweary sweep, hills watch unworn, and rife
Meek leaves drop year]y from the forest-trees
To show, above, the unwasted stars that pass
In their old glory: O thou God of old,
Grant me some smaller grace than comes to these !--
But so much patience as a blade of grass
Grows by, contented through the heat and cold.

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Comments (7)

I love your poem
Enjoyed reading your poem Alan
Nature is a great teacher and gives us lessons through it's different manifestations and moods. A great poem, short and sweet indeed. Thanks for sharing it here.
Small and lovely... the poet seeking patience that synchronizes our lives with time.
I would guess that even cavemen were lamenting their lack of patience. It is such a universal theme.