"God's World by Edna St. Vincent Millay O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists, that roll and risel Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff! World, World, I cannot get thee close enough! Long have I known a glory in it all, But never knew I this: Here such a passion is As stretcheth me apart, Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year, My soul is all but out of me, let fall No burning leat; prithee, let no bird call. Source: Millav. Edna St. Vincent. "God's World." Renascence and Other Poems, New York: Harper & Brothers, 1917, witch statement is true ? ​