Hickory and walnut, the thicket's mass, Pennyroyal and sassafras; And giant boles lift to a bluer sky Near hidden waters running by, Where great oaks hold the demesne in fee And the wild grape swings out fitfully. Wild plums climb up the bank's steep fall To the creek's clear ford, and woodbirds call With the woodland breath, loam-fresh, sun-sweet, Thro' open glades to splashing feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 32 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MEDITATIONS OF A HINDU [OR, HINDOO] PRINCE [AND SKEPTIC] by ALFRED COMYNS LYALL COR CORDIUM by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE PHILIP, KING OF MACEDON by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE THE OLD SCOTTISH CAVALIER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN A PORTRAIT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WALKING HOME AT NIGHT; HUSBAND TO WIFE by WILLIAM BARNES |