Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOONDAY WOODS - NIPIGON, by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL Poet's Biography First Line: Between thin fingers of the pine Last Line: No more shall know his joyous tread. Subject(s): Forests; Trees; Wind; Woods | ||||||||
BETWEEN thin fingers of the pine The fluid gold of sunlight slips, And through the tamarack's gray-green fringe Upon the level birch leaves drips. Through all the still, moist forest air Slow trickles down the soft, warm sheen, And flecks the branching wood of ferns With tender tints of pallid green, To rest where close to mouldered trunks The red and purple berries lie, Where tiny jungles of the moss Their tropic forests rear on high. Fast, fast asleep the woodland rests, Stirs not the tamarack's topmost sheaf, And slow the subtle sunlight glides With noiseless step from leaf to leaf. And lo, he comes! the fairy prince, The heir of richer, softer strands: A summer guest of sterner climes, He moves across the vassal lands. And lo, he comes! the fairy prince, The joyous sweet southwestern breeze: He bounds across the dreaming lake, And bends to kiss the startled trees, Till all the woodland wakes to life, The pheasant chirps, the chipmunks cry, And scattered flakes of golden light Athwart the dark wood-spaces fly. Ah, but a moment, and away! The fair, false prince has kissed and fled: No more the wood shall feel his touch, No more shall know his joyous tread. | 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 A DECANTER OF MADEIRA, AGED 86, TO GEORGE BANCROFT, AGED 86 by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL HOW THE CUMBERLAND WENT DOWN [MARCH 8, 1862] by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL |
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