Sitting By A Bush In Broad Sunlight Poem

Sitting By A Bush In Broad
Sunlight Poem By Robert Frost

When I spread out my hand here today,
I catch no more than a ray,
To feel of between thumb and fingers,
No lasting effect of It lingers
There was one bme and only the one
When dust really took in the sun;
And from that one mtake of fire
All creatures stIll warmly suspire.
And if men have watched a long bme
And never seen sun-smitten shme
AgaIn come to hfe and crawl off,
We must not be too ready to scoff.
God once declared he was true
And then took the veil and withdrew,
And remember how final a hush
Then descended of old on the bush.
God once spoke to people by name.
The sun once imparted its :Harne.
One Impulse perSIsts as our breath,
The other persists as our faIth.

Sitting By A Bush In Broad Sunlight Poem

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