Chant of a Woodland Spirit (Google eBook)

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G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1894 - American poetry - 53 pages
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Page 49 - In sacred and solacing shelter and shade ; in the solitudes silent and sylvan ; In songs of the sun in the shimmering leaves and the silvery sheen of the water ; In dripping of dews and the whisper of wandering winds and the fragrance of flowers ; In bloom-bended branches, that burthen the balmy and bountiful breasts of the Summer ; In unwithered wilderness ways, where the wrongs and the wars of the world cannot enter, There waiteth the spirit of peace and of...
Page 47 - ... bountiful breasts of the summer; In unwithered wilderness ways, where the wrongs and the wars of the world cannot enter There waiteth the spirit of peace and of rest for the sorrowing soul that returneth. Like Beauty and Strength, from their slumbers arising, refreshed for their love and embracing, So rise the fair towers that stand by the flame-figured gates of that slumbering city. There, far from the fretting, the favoring forest hath fashioned a kingdom enchanting, With answering arches...
Page 48 - The bursting of fettering frosts and the waking from rigid and riveted slumbers; The storms, and the rioting rush of the rains through the hills that re-echo with laughter; The flashing of rays in the wide, dripping courts, the miraculous birth of the flowers, That race which springs up from the fresh woodland loam with the glory of God in their faces, Divine and unchanged in their dateless descent while the kingdoms of earth come and vanish. O nameless, unspeakable triumph and glory of strength...
Page 49 - ... solitudes silent and sylvan ; In songs of the sun in the shimmering leaves and the silvery sheen of the water ; In bloom-bended branches that burthen the balmy and bountiful breasts of the Summer ; In dripping of dews and the whisper of wandering winds, and the fragrance of flowers ; In unwithered ways, in the wilds where the woes and the wrongs of the world are forgotten ; There waiteth the spirit of peace and of rest for the sorrowing soul that returneth.
Page 47 - Uplifting the great swaying world of the leaves, to the warm-breathing wonder of heaven. O light-loving battlements, walls, leafy-bannered, assailed by the gleams of the morning ! The bright, level spears of the sun strike and glance through the emerald shields of the branches ; The trumpet is blown at the door of the tent, but the lips of the trumpeter smileth ; And they that awake from their slumber and dreaming come forth, with a song, from the portals.
Page 49 - ... miraculous birth of the flowers, That race which springs up from the fresh woodland loam with the glory of God in their faces, Divine and unchanged in their dateless descent while the kingdoms of earth come and vanish. O nameless, unspeakable triumph and glory of strength that is loving and gentle ; Secure, indestructible beauty and righteousness robed in the purple unfading; Bright-crowned, with the gems of the dew and enthroned in a circle of life-giving splendour!
Page 47 - The bright, level spears of the sun strike and glance through the emerald shields of the branches, The trumpet is blown at the door of the tent, but the lips of the trumpeter smileth, And they that awake from their slumber and dreaming come forth, with a song, from the portals. O beautiful battle, that blesses and kindles to life by the friendly assaulting ! O happy green streets of the city besieged by the sun and the strength of his loving...
Page 7 - While, far and faint, a lingering after-tone Hums through the needled branches of the pines And from the upland distance, rippling, fall Soft, undulating murmurs of applause.

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