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Frost, Robert - A saturated meadow Sun shaped and jewel small
Identifier
006387
Type of Spiritual Experience
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A description of the experience
Robert Frost – from The Poetry of Robert Frost
A saturated meadow
Sun shaped and jewel small
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall
Where winds were quite excluded
And the air was stifling sweet
With the breath of many flowers
A temple of the heat
There we bowed us in the burning
As the sun's right worship is
To pick where none could miss them
A thousand orchises
For though the grass was scattered
Yet every second spear
Seemed tipped with wings of colour
That tinged the atmosphere
We raised a simple prayer
Before we left the spot
That in the general mowing
That place might be forgot
Or if not all so favoured
Obtain such grace of hours
That none should mow the grass there
While so confused with flowers