WONDER AND JOY

by: Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962)

      HE things that one grows tired of--O, be sure
      They are only foolish artificial things!
      Can a bird ever tire of having wings?
      And I, so long as life and sense endure,
      (Or brief be they!) shall nevermore inure
      My heart to the recurrence of the springs,
      Of the gray dawns, the gracious evenings,
      The infinite wheeling stars. A wonder pure
      Must ever well within me to behold
      Venus decline; or great Orion, whose belt
      Is studded with three nails of burning gold,
      Ascend the winter heaven. Who never felt
      This wondering joy may yet be good or great:
      But envy him not: he is not fortunate.

"Wonder and Joy" is reprinted from Californians. Robinson Jeffers. New York: Macmillan, 1916.

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