O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! br    Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! br    Thy mists that roll and rise! br Thy woods this autumn day, that ache and sag br And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag br To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff! br World, World, I cannot get thee close enough! br br Long have I known a glory in it all, br    But never knew I this; br    Here such a passion is br As stretcheth me apart, -- Lord, I do fear br Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year; br My soul is all but out of me, -- let fall br No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.br br Edna St.