Spring Things – 1

 

Spring moss and ferns2

“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.” 
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From the poem ‘Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie’ (1847),
as collected in The Poetical Works of H.W. Longfellow (1855)
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One thought on “Spring Things – 1

  1. Across the lane from our driveway, it curved upwards along a vast jungle of pine and hemlocks and dogwoods. I was so lucky to spend my childhood in that place called Maple Ridge. By high school all the trees had been fell to make way for matchbox houses. Such a shame.

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