Poems (Follen)/On entering a Wood
ON ENTERING A WOOD.
Here let busy turmoil cease; Every sound here echoes peace; Whispering winds, that murmur here, Gently dry the falling tear, Soothing while they wake the heart, Bidding earth-born care depart. Here the spirit walks abroad; Here the soul communes with God. Sacred silence of the wood! Let no thought on thee intrude,Save what may the notes prolong Of all nature's Sabbath song.