The world of trees is twinned with a world of snow, Like black Othello and his stainless mate; In parallels as strange as hope and fate The sweet white follows where the branches go. Its feathered heavy arches bending low, The forest holds itself in crystal state; All softly scintillant the hushed aisles wait As for the march of angels to and fro. The lowliest bush o'ertops the highest art, And loveliness is flung on log and stone And wreathed in all recesses of the wood. Ah, here's a vision of the pure in heart, So into truth and living beauty grown That all their least concerns are fair and good. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WRECK OF THE CIRCUS TRAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY A NEW HYMN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CAMOMILE TEA by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LINCOLN TRIUMPHANT by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |