TO THE GREAT MOTHER
By E. Markham
Earth, I am yours!
Child of your body beautiful,
Warm, brown and garmeted in green.
I can remember no other speech but yours,
Calling in deep-throated cadences of tides,
In pipe of waterfowl
And cries of beasts ...cleaving the night;
In melody of streams,
In songs of birds and beating of their wings.
Your name is graven on my heart;
I learned it from swirl of troubled pool;
In hieroglyphics,
Upon uncurling tender leaves
And in the writing of eucalyptus hands
Athwart the course of the Moon.
I never long to leave you
And there is no tempting me
With tales of radiant journeys
To far-distant orbs.
Many you bear
—Feel a maturity
That draws their hearts from you;
But I yet sense
The umbilical that binds me to you, Earth!
Let me stay with you and be one of those,
Your children, who remains at home
And spends
In loyal cherishing of you
All time allotted!
Clothe me in many forms,
Hold me breast-near and whisper of your lore,
Let my hand know the last beat of your heart—
Earth, I am yours!