Sun's rays a-slantin' clear across the wood, Bits o' patchy shadow movin' in and out, Tall solemn pine trees standin' holdin' hands Hushin' all the noisy squirrels skitterin' about; Bits o' lacy fern a-trimmin' up a rock— Green and mossy softness where the waters drip; Wrinklin' up the shiny pool in shiverin' sort o' rings, Slitherin' out to nothin' where the willows dip; Sweetest smell a-siftin' through the sun-warmed air Sort o' golden comfort oozin' round me everywhere; Earth's a-breathin' slow and deep—cuddlin' all the roots, Dreamin' now in blossom time about the coming fruits; Everything is awful still: no one here but me— Feels like I'm growin' here, brother to the tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA by SAMUEL HAWKINS MARSHALL BYERS MADONNA OF THE EVENING FLOWERS by AMY LOWELL THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 2 by ALFRED AUSTIN PSALM 23 by HENRY WILLIAMS BAKER ESTEEMING THE BIBLE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 1ST SERIES. SPIES ALTERA; TO THE FUTURE MANX POET by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TEN YEARS HAVE PASSED; ON VIEWING WAR GRAVES AT VERDUN, 1928 by DON MAITLAND BUSHBY |