SOFTLY I sing you, sweet, Songs of the swaying tops, Darkly green of the fir-trees, Airily light of the beeches. Here in the twittering frondage Sweetly the scent of larch-bloom Over me sweeps in a tide, Breaks on this emerald shore. Softly the branches wave, Soft as I sing to you, Sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WENDELL PHILLIPS by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO A MOUSE, ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH by ROBERT BURNS THE DAY IS DONE by PHOEBE CARY THIS SUMMER AND LAST by THOMAS HARDY |