Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OUR HOME IN THE WOODS, by CHARLES LOUIS HENRY WAGNER First Line: Where the birds in the spring of the year sweetly sing Last Line: For all nature's great world is our own. Subject(s): Forests; Home; Nature - Religious Aspects; Woods | ||||||||
Where the birds in the spring of the year sweetly sing, Where oaktrees and maples are sighing, Where the bright, brilliant gleam of the tanager's wing Is seen like a meteor flying. Where the velvet-eyed deer romp from sunrise to dark, Where the sly, wicked fox shows his nose, Where the whole out-of-doors is as free as yon lark, Where you hear the shrill caw of the crows. Where the brooks gaily dance to their home in the sea, There are rough creviced rocks brown and bare, Where you hear the dull buzz of the big bumble-bee As you track the wild-cat to its lair. Where anemones grow and the bright golden-rod In the Fall of the year doth abound, Where the old world seems rife with the spirit of God, Where the proof of His being is found. Where the soul is rejoiced by the evidence shown Of His goodness, in rock, tree and flower, Where you hear His voice speak in a thunderous tone When the woods are refreshed by the shower. Where the clear, placid lake doth invite you to rest On its banks with their mosses so green, Where the spotted brook-trout gives the fisher's sport zest, Where the dam of the beaver is seen. Oh, we envy them not, those whose souls are confined In the city's big mansions of stone, In our home in the woods there no limit you find, For all Nature's great world is our own. | 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 DROP OF INK by CHARLES LOUIS HENRY WAGNER |
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