All is still Under the Pines, All is still. Still as the heart of Eve When fear first came And the flush Of shame Mantled her cheek And the sword of flame Flashed In the garden of the Lord. All is still Under the Pines, All is still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL MY GARDEN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WIND'S VISIT by EMILY DICKINSON THE DEATH OF THE HIRED MAN by ROBERT FROST INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF MY UNCLE ARLY by EDWARD LEAR THE LAMP [LAMPE] by HENRY VAUGHAN THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE by WALT WHITMAN |