 | Uncollected poems and prose of Edwin Arlington Robinson |  |
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Nothing is there more marvelous than man!Driven by southern storms he sails amidst
The wild white water of the wintry sea,
And through the thunder of engulfing waves;
And Earth—unceasing monarch of the gods—
He furrows, and the plows go back and forth,
And turn the broken mold year after year.
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The light birds and the creatures of the wild,
And in his nets the fishes of the sea;
He trains the tenants of the fields and hills,
And brings beneath the neck-encircling yoke
The rough-maned horse and the wild mountain bull.
[Lines 332–352
October 28, 1894]
| Uncollected poems and prose of Edwin Arlington Robinson | |