There dwells the very soul of quietness, Seclusion's spirit deep within the green, Secure from fame as some unsung demesne In far Ionian hills. There waits to bless, With her all-healing, mother-soft caress, The Sympathy of Trees, that friend unseen, Soother of moods, on whom all hearts do lean Sooner or later, and their cares confess. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN THE COTTON CLUB by CLARENCE MAJOR ON THE WAY (PHILADELPHIA, 1794) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BRICKLAYER LOVE by CARL SANDBURG DEXTER GORDON: COPENHAGEN/AVERY FISHER HALL by KAREN SWENSON |