Mathilde Blind

Here you will find the Poem Hope of poet Mathilde Blind


All treasures of the earth and opulent seas, 
Metals and odorous woods and cunning gold, 
Fowls of the air and furry beasts untold, 
Vineyards and harvest fields and fruitful trees 
Nature gave unto Man; and last her keys 
Vouched passage to her secret ways of old 
Whence knowledge should be wrung, nay power to mould 
Out of the rough, his occult destinies. 

But tired of these he craved a wider scope: 
Then fair as Pallas from the brain of Jove 
From his deep wish there sprang, full-armed, to cope 
With all life's ills, even very death in love, 
The only thing man never wearies of-- 
His own creation--visionary Hope.