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On A Green Point Of Sunny Land Post by :troydan Category :Poems Author :Helen Hunt Jackson Date :September 2011 Read :2916

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On A Green Point Of Sunny Land

On a green point of sunny land,
Hemmed in by mountains stern and high,
I stood alone as dreamers stand,
And watched two streams that hurried by.

One ran to east, and one to south;
They leaped and sparkled in the sun;
They foamed like racers at the mouth,
And laughed as if the race were won.

Just on the point of sunny land
A low bush stood, like umpire fair,
Waving green banners in its hand,
As if the victory to declare.

Ah, victory won, but not by race!
Ah, victory by a sweeter name!
To blend for ever in embrace,
Unconscious, swift, the two streams came.

One instant, separate, side by side
The shining currents seemed to pour;
Then swept in one tumultuous tide,
Swifter and stronger than before.

O stream to south! O stream to east!
Which bears the other, who shall see?
Which one is most, which one is least,
In this surrendering victory?

To that green point of sunny land,
Hemmed in by mountains stern and high,
I called my love, and, hand in hand,
We watched the streams that hurried by.

(The end)
Helen Hunt Jackson's poem: On A Green Point Of Sunny Land

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