Difficult to think of a stone's gratitude difficult for that matter to think of stone essences so various The white shade cast by the winter moon withdraws into covert places and the multiflood of earthlight often darkly or in tones subdued by interspersion slowly drenches the forest the brook the stone Birches step forward and the stone rises like an earthspirit snow dripping from its flanks burnished and new but scarcely changed a merit of the abiding between the banks marking the upstream from down Its warmth is taken from another source yet such warmthtaking links the primal act with this So the woods waken. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 2 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO MR. MACKENZIE, SURGEON by ROBERT BURNS SUPPLICATION (1) by ALICE CARY MY FATHER AND I by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. FRAGMENT (4) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |