Heavens and Earth

by Stephen Vincent Benét

Till it’s clean for a draught worth drinking.

Pour me the stars of the seraphim

Or the wine of God’s chastising!

All that I ask is the flooding brim

Where the tides of the heart are rising!

All that I ask is the ache of birth,

Lords of the Planet Tally,

And a girl to follow around the earth

Or the wreck of a cause to rally!

Naked dirt that came from the dirt,