AND ye are strong to shelter! -- all meek things, All that need home and covert, love your shade! Birds of shy song, and low-voiced quiet springs, And nun-like violets, by the winds betrayed. Childhood beneath your fresh green tents hath played With his first primrose-wreath: there love hath sought A veiling gloom for his unuttered thought; And silent grief, of day's keen glare afraid, A refuge for her tears; and ofttimes there Hath lone devotion found a place of prayer, A native temple, solemn, hushed, and dim, For wheresoe'er your murmuring tremours thrill The woody twilight, there man's heart hath still Confessed a spirit's breath, and heard a ceaseless hymn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COASTERS by THOMAS FLEMING DAY FOUR QUARTETS: BURNT NORTON by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT HOW WE BEAT THE FAVOURITE by ADAM LINDSAY GORDON DOLORES by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE FRATER AVE ATQUE VALE by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 17. THE CHILD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |