Hickory and walnut, the thicket's mass, Pennyroyal and sassafras; And giant boles lift to a bluer sky Near hidden waters running by, Where great oaks hold the demesne in fee And the wild grape swings out fitfully. Wild plums climb up the bank's steep fall To the creek's clear ford, and woodbirds call With the woodland breath, loam-fresh, sun-sweet, Thro' open glades to splashing feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S SECRET, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE NATURE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 130 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LAST CAESAR, 1851-1870 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO SAN FRANCISCO by S. J. ALEXANDER THE WEST FRONT by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |