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Date: 20 Dec 2006 17:46:43
From: Twittering One
Subject: ~ * A Forest Hymn to Her Forest ~ *
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"A Forest Hymn ~
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the roof above them,---ere he framed
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back
The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood,
Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down,
And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks
And supplication. For his simple heart
Might not resist the sacred influences,
Which, from the stilly twilight of the place,
And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven
Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound
Of the invisible breath that swayed at once
All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed
His spirit with the thought of boundless power
And inaccessible majesty. Ah, why
Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect
God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore
Only among the crowd, and under roofs,
That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least,
Here, in the shadow of this aged wood,
Offer one hymn ..."
~ William Cullen Bryant
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Date: 20 Dec 2006 18:14:04
From: Twittering One
Subject: Re: ~ * A Forest Hymn to Her Forest ~ *
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"Flowers of the Forest ~
I've seen the smiling
Of fortune beguiling,
I've tasted her pleasures,
And felt her decay;
Sweet is her blessing,
And kind her caressing,
But now they are fled
And fled far away.
I've seen the forest
Adorned the foremost,
Wi' flowers o' the fairest
Baith pleasant and gay,
Sae bonnie was their blooming,
Their scent the air perfuming,
But now they are withered away.
I've seen the morning,
With gold hills adorning,
And loud tempests storming,
Before parting day,
I've seen Tweed's silver streams,
Glitt'ring in the sunny beams,
Grow drumlie and dark,
As they roll'd on their way;
O fickle fortune!
Why this cruel sportin?"
~ Jane (Jean) Elliot
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Date: 20 Dec 2006 18:06:51
From: Twittering One
Subject: Re: ~ * A Forest Hymn to Her Forest ~ *
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"The Faery Forest ~
The faery forest glimmered
Beneath an ivory moon,
The silver grasses shimmered
Against a faery tune.
Beneath the silken silence
The crystal branches slept,
And dreaming thro' the dew-fall
The cold white blossoms wept."
~ Sara Teasdale
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Date: 20 Dec 2006 18:01:31
From: Twittering One
Subject: Re: ~ * A Forest Hymn to Her Forest ~ *
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"Evangeline ~
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest."
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Date: 20 Dec 2006 17:50:48
From: Twittering One
Subject: Re: ~ * A Forest Hymn to Her Forest ~ *
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"In the Forest ~
Out of the mid-wood's twilight
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun ~ !
He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song ~ !
O Hunter, snare me his shadow ~ !
O Nightingale, catch me his strain ~ !
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain ~ !"
~ Oscar Wilde
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