Sonnet [When We Can All So Excellently Give]

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Title:     Sonnet [When We Can All So Excellently Give]
Author: Edwin Arlington Robinson [More Titles by Robinson]

When we can all so excellently give
The measure of love's wisdom with a blow, --
Why can we not in turn receive it so,
And end this murmur for the life we live?
And when we do so frantically strive
To win strange faith, why do we shun to know
That in love's elemental over-glow
God's wholeness gleams with light superlative?

Oh, brother men, if you have eyes at all,
Look at a branch, a bird, a child, a rose, --
Or anything God ever made that grows, --
Nor let the smallest vision of it slip,
Till you can read, as on Belshazzar's wall,
The glory of eternal partnership!

[The end]
Edwin Arlington Robinson's poem: Sonnet [when We Can All So Excellently Give]

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