Poems (Jordan)/In the Woods

by Rebecca Queen Jordan

For works with similar titles, see In the Woods.

IN THE WOODS

Secluded in a sylvan vale,Where I the subtle scents inhale Of sun-steeped barks and listThe insects thrum their tiny lyres;The bird-songs from high, hidden choirs,And croak of frogs in distant mires— Hoarse voice of the mist!—

Where massive trees, like shade-gowned priestsDo minister perpetual feasts To body, heart and brain,Here oft with Memory I stray,To dream that the dead Yesterday,—All its "has beens" still pliant clay— Is come to life again!