This is my home in the grove Of live oak and white and the golden hickory. Of maple and elm with low hanging branches. Here I have lived my moment And here found sanctuary. This is the temple in the wood, On its altars the wild spider lily Burns incense and sends it heavenward. Here I have lived my moment And here found sanctuary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 3 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SPIRIT AND THE CUP by A. E. ANDERSON WHY DON'T THE MEN PROPOSE? by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY UNTEACHABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN VERSES WRITTEN UNDER FERGUSSON'S PORTRAIT by ROBERT BURNS |