THE forest hath its voices, Whose sweetness aye rejoices, Or soothes the spirit wondrously; Borne on their leafy wings, They tell of quiet things And mingle in strange harmony. There is a murmuring song, A cadence soft and long, Evoking dreams of still delight; There is a clarion note, Whose blithesome echoes float, Chasing the darkling spells of grief and night There is a whispering sound Within the forest-bound, Telling the heart of things unseen; That nameless holy thrill Passeth o'er vale and hill And through the dark and lone ravine. It is a harp sublime With ever-varying chime, Awakening feelings ever new; For tuned by Him who made The all harmonious shade, Each forest-voice is sweet and true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECSTASY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE ETERNAL JUSTICE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (2) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FOR A RETURN by A. A. ANDRIELLO TO THE SHAH (1) by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI |