Forest Moods

There is singing of birds in the deep wet wods,<br /> In the heart of the listening solitudes,<br /> Pewees, and thrushes, and sparrows, not few,<br /> And all the notes of their throats are true.<br /> The thrush from the innermost ash takes on<br /> A tender dream of the treasure and gone;<br /> But the sparrow singeth with pride and cheer<br /> Of the might and light of the present and here.<br /> There is shining of <a href="http://madbie.blogspot.com/2011/05/forest-moods.html">flowers in deep wet woods</a>,<br /> In the heart of the sensitive solitudes,<br /> The roseate bell and the lily are there,<br /> And every leaf of their sheaf is fair.<br /> <br /> careless and bold, without dream of woe,<br /> The trilliums scatter their flags snow;<br /> But the pale wood-daffodil covers her face,<br /> A gloom with the doom of a sorrowfull race.<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> Author: Archibald Lampman<br /> <br /> <br /></div> <div> <br /></div>

Forest Moods

There is singing of birds in the deep wet wods, In the heart of the listening solitudes, Pewees, and thrushes, and sparrows, not few, And...

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