AND ye are strong to shelter! -- all meek things, All that need home and covert, love your shade! Birds of shy song, and low-voiced quiet springs, And nun-like violets, by the winds betrayed. Childhood beneath your fresh green tents hath played With his first primrose-wreath: there love hath sought A veiling gloom for his unuttered thought; And silent grief, of day's keen glare afraid, A refuge for her tears; and ofttimes there Hath lone devotion found a place of prayer, A native temple, solemn, hushed, and dim, For wheresoe'er your murmuring tremours thrill The woody twilight, there man's heart hath still Confessed a spirit's breath, and heard a ceaseless hymn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FAREWELL by GEORGE GASCOIGNE A LAST PRAYER by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON OFF MESOLONGI by ALFRED AUSTIN THE HUSBAND'S PETITION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: SONNET 24. BALCOMBE FOREST by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) HIS WORST ENEMY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |