THE forest hath its voices, Whose sweetness aye rejoices, Or soothes the spirit wondrously; Borne on their leafy wings, They tell of quiet things And mingle in strange harmony. There is a murmuring song, A cadence soft and long, Evoking dreams of still delight; There is a clarion note, Whose blithesome echoes float, Chasing the darkling spells of grief and night There is a whispering sound Within the forest-bound, Telling the heart of things unseen; That nameless holy thrill Passeth o'er vale and hill And through the dark and lone ravine. It is a harp sublime With ever-varying chime, Awakening feelings ever new; For tuned by Him who made The all harmonious shade, Each forest-voice is sweet and true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 6 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY YOU LINGERING SPARSE LEAVES OF ME by WALT WHITMAN FANTAISIES DECORATIVES: 2. LES BALLOONS by OSCAR WILDE UPON HIS LEAVING HIS MISTRESS by JOHN WILMOT SESTET SENT TO A FRIEND WITH A VOLUME OF TENNYSON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |