Dank fens of cedar, hemlock branches gray With trees and trail of mosses, wringing-wet, Beds of the black pitchpine in dead leaves set Whose wasted red has wasted to white away, Remnants of rain and droppings of decay, Why hold ye so my heart, nor dimly let Through your deep leaves the light of yesterday, The faded glimmer of a sunshine set? Is it that in your darkness, shut from strife, The bread of tears becomes the bread of life? Far from the roar of day, beneath your boughs Fresh griefs beat tranquilly, and loves and vows Grow green in your gray shadows, dearer far Even than all lovely lights and roses are? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF EOGHAN RUADH (OWEN ROE) O'NEIL by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE HILL WIFE: THE OFT-REPEATED DREAM by ROBERT FROST A SMUGGLER'S SONG by RUDYARD KIPLING THE GETTYSBURG ADDRESS by ABRAHAM LINCOLN TOMORROW by FELIX LOPE DE VEGA CARPIO IRELAND (1847) by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY |