Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FOREST BRAKE, by ELIZA COOK Poet's Biography First Line: The forest brake - the forest brake Last Line: That lay amid the forest brake. Subject(s): Forests; Woods | ||||||||
The forest brake -- the forest brake, It must not dwell in cultured soil; Its dewy green must not be seen Where reaping pays the sower's toil. 'Tis rooted up like noxious weed From gay parterres of floral grace, Where roses shine and jasmines twine The forest brake must have no place. Its curling leaf must never spring Where riches hold the wide domain; 'Tis cast away a loathsome thing From grassy dell and sweeping plain. But fresh and free its tall head rears O'er mount and moorland far and wide; And noble company it bears With forest monarchs side by side. Oh! how I lov'd the ferny waste That spread about my childhood's home; I sought it with a gladder haste Than now I seek a gilded dome. I knew it was the dark retreat Of lizard, frog, and speckled snake; But nought could keep my wandering feet From trampling through the forest brake. The breathing violets sprung there, 'Twas there the skylark chose to dwell And hissing serpents failed to scare, While birds and flowers were found as well There did I muse in lonely thought, No book before me but the sod; 'Twas there the simple heath-bloom taught The wond'rous glory of a God. My young warm spirit yielded up Its first intense devotion there; And breathed above the harebell's cup Its grateful joy and fervent prayer. I dreamt not that the world would hold So much to make the spirit ache; The world to me then seemed to be Fair as the sun-lit forest brake. Once, once again I see it grow As thick as in life's earlier day; And shadow falls upon my brow, And pensive breathing fills my lay. I love the brake, the bonnie brake -- Yet do I almost blush to own A soul that at so light a touch Can yield so deep, so sad a tone. But memory has doubled down Full many a simple page for me, Where nothing rests for other breasts To feel, or other eyes to see. Whatever flowers may spring around, However bright the path I take, My heart goes back to childhood's track, That lay amid the forest brake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRINCESS WAKES IN THE WOOD by RANDALL JARRELL CHAMBER MUSIC: 20 by JAMES JOYCE ADVICE TO A FOREST by MAXWELL BODENHEIM A SOUTH CAROLINA FOREST by AMY LOWELL JOY IN THE WOODS by CLAUDE MCKAY IN BLACKWATER WOODS by MARY OLIVER THE PLACE I WANT TO GET BACK TO by MARY OLIVER |
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