Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SIGHING OF THE BOEHMER WALD, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: One morn I read the brief memorial lines Last Line: The forest's dying voice across the seas. Subject(s): Bohemian Forest, Europe; Storms | ||||||||
One morn I read the brief memorial lines, Which told of a great forest's swift decay, And how they stripped the bark from off the pines, And strove to burn the beetle pest away. That night the sighing of the Boehmer Wald Pass'd through my garden in the twilight gloom; A mighty sigh, the herald of its doom, For insect hosts move on, but never halt. Sad was the dirge of those primeval trees, Grown for a thousand years; nor seem'd it strange That I, so jealous of the woodman's stroke, So chary of the lives of pine and oak, Should catch the sound of sylvan grief and change, The forest's dying voice across the seas. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORM AT HOPTIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THERE IS A SOLEMN WIND TONIGHT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DEWEY AND DANCER by JOSEPHINE MILES MICHAEL IS AFRAID OF THE STORM by GWENDOLYN BROOKS BREACHING THE ROCK by MADELINE DEFREES THE CLOUDS ABOVE THE OCEAN by STEPHEN DOBYNS OF POLITICS, & ART by NORMAN DUBIE TREMENDOUS WIND AND RAIN by ANSELM HOLLO HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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