...onlooking. " Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." What the poet here sings of the lower life of the spring may be taken as typical of the grand truth...

...in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or...flowers ; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling l»ck over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun...

...in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect davs ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether...An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, (.'limbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The Hush of life nmy well...

...seem linked in tender and joyful harmony, when " Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or...An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly abo%-e it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." His paintings and sketches...

...penetrative imagination displayed in single pictures is wonderful ; take for instance the four lines : Every clod feels a stir of might An instinct within...for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. Mr. Lowell's later poems do not surpass his earlier either in poetic power or ethical emphasis, but...

...spirits that stand nearest the immanent glory ; and, on the other, that mystery of life in which — "Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, feeling blindly toward the light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." And I have made this brief...

...perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth, if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: And whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life...flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over woodlands and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its...

...'Joyous ' example for 'pure quality' and happy 'median stress.' " And what is so rare as a day in June ? Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life...An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The little bird sits at...

...pushing its animate and buildcd receptacles up to the level of vegetation, creates the world of plants. " Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within...for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." On the level of sensation, where the obscure rudiments of will, understanding, and sentiment commence,...

...what is so rare as a day in June ? Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life niunnur, or sec it glisten, Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, gropmg blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The little bird sits at his...