Sun's rays a-slantin' clear across the wood, Bits o' patchy shadow movin' in and out, Tall solemn pine trees standin' holdin' hands Hushin' all the noisy squirrels skitterin' about; Bits o' lacy fern a-trimmin' up a rock— Green and mossy softness where the waters drip; Wrinklin' up the shiny pool in shiverin' sort o' rings, Slitherin' out to nothin' where the willows dip; Sweetest smell a-siftin' through the sun-warmed air Sort o' golden comfort oozin' round me everywhere; Earth's a-breathin' slow and deep—cuddlin' all the roots, Dreamin' now in blossom time about the coming fruits; Everything is awful still: no one here but me— Feels like I'm growin' here, brother to the tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EPILOGUE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO DAFFODILS by ROBERT HERRICK IMPRESSION DU MATIN by OSCAR WILDE THE MOUNTAIN ECHO by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH UNEXPECTED FORTUNE by ABUL QASIM OF SILVES THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD: TRANSLATION by CAIUS PEDO ALBINOVANUS |