I LIKE the leafy-murmuring solemn hush Of woods that wall me round with underbrush. Their intricate tapestry of twinkling green Glinted with sunlight, the gray trunks between, And the thick-woven carpet, chequered brown, Dead leaves from many an autumn, matted down; Remote from all things, sun and wind and sky, Far, far above my head the tree-tops sigh, And like the echo of a distant land I hear the great lake wash upon its strand. So maiden calm, so silent, serious, 'Tis someone's heart, in mood mysterious, The depths profoundest of an untouched heart From pain and passion very far apart, Untravelled and unknown, a land enchanted, Wild, labyrinthine, dim and fancy-haunted. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPILOGUE FROM EMBLEMS OF LOVE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE HYMN TO MONT BLANC [IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE YOUR LAD, AND MY LAD by RANDALL PARRISH HILL MAN'S BURIAL by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH TO MRS. MARISSAL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |