THE glorying forest shakes and swings with glancing Of boughs that dip and strain; young, slanting sprays Beckon and shift like lissom creatures dancing, While the blown beechwood streams with drifting rays. Rooted in steadfast calm, grey stems are seen Like weather-beaten masts; the wood, unfurled, Seems as a ship with crowding sails of green That sweeps across the lonely billowing world. O luminous and lovely! Let your flowers, Your ageless-squadroned wings, your surge and gleam, Drown me in quivering brightness: let me fade In the warm, rustling music of the hours That guard your ancient wisdom, till my dream Moves with the chant and whisper of the glade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SOME LINES OF LOPE DE VEGA by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE: BOOK 2. CANTO 8. PRELUDE: THE KISS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE LEXINGTON; 1775 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THOREAU by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT FULL-CIRCLE by MAXWELL ANDERSON THE LATE STAND-TO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SORDELLO: BOOK 3 by ROBERT BROWNING BROKEN RHYTHMS; IN A MEXICAN LABOR CAMP by AMANDA MATHEWS CHASE |