Eternal in the brooding of the old Norwegian spruces I hear the wistful tenderness of loves They used to know, And in the swelling wood-notes that the eager springtide looses Sobs again Their heart-break from the Springs of Long Ago: And sometime, thro' the silence, with the April shadows lying Aslant the solemn acre where I take my dreamless rest, Perhaps the stifled need of You my heart was ever crying Will find its way across the years -- to stir a stranger's breast! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO RICHARD R. WRIGHT - INSTRUCTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EVENING SONG OF THE TYROLESE PEASANTS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SONNET TO MRS. REYNOLD'S CAT by JOHN KEATS FOR SPRING, BY SANDRO BOTTICELLI by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THREE THINGS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER SONNET: 19 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |