Life on the World Scale

Autumn

Feel the falling air The light becoming golden Trees their colors wear Deep and all-enfolding The autumn leaves embracing But soon they all must fall The summer green erasing To answer winter's call

And here once again Familiar paths I wander Through the westmark wend The living earth I ponder Though fading days are colder And soon the darkness long My spirit-fire grows bolder And in my heart a song Even when shadows lengthen I'm here where I belong

Choose Something Like a Star

O Star (the fairest one in sight), We grant your loftiness the right

To some obscurity of cloud – It will not do to say of night, Since dark is what brings out your light. Some mystery becomes the proud. But to be wholly taciturn In your reserve is not allowed. Say something to us we can learn By heart and when alone repeat. Say something! And it says “I burn.” But say with what degree of heat. Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade. Use language we can comprehend. Tell us what elements you blend. It gives us strangely little aid, But does tell something in the end. And steadfast as Keats’ Eremite, Not even stooping from its sphere, It asks a little of us here. It asks of us a certain height, So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid. - Robert Frost

Ocean of Light

Vast Ocean of light, whose rays surround The Universe, who know’st not ebb, nor shore, Who lend’st the Sun his sparkling drop, to store With overflowing beams Heav’n, air, ground, Whose depths beneath the Center none can sound, Whose heights ‘bove Heav’n, and thoughts so lofty soar, Whose breadth no feet, no lines, no chaines, no eyes survey, Whose length no thoughts can reach, no worlds can bound,

What cloud can mask thy face? where can thy ray Find an Eclipse? what night can hide Eternal Day?