Poems (Storrie)/In Some Deep Wood
In Some Deep Wood.
Oh! if I only could, Lie, self-effaced in some deep wood, My breast against the moss, and feel The great world underneath me wheel In silence, while high overhead Oceans of azure light were spread As limitless in their expanses As my own wild, and unchained fancies.
Day might decline, and all the trooping Legions of stars come proudly stooping To bend their golden eyes on me. I should not know, I should not see, And winds might with the blossoms marry And flocks of little perfumes carry From buds and bells whose breath entices Each other bud to yield its spices. And Time himself might pause, and slowly Taste of the silence, solemn, holy. I should not know, I should not care, Content I'd be, just to be there, Hushed to the very soul of me By the great earth's maternity. Satisfied all my ambitions, Silenced all my premonitions, Every restless want fulfilled Every protestation stilled. Queries answered, doubts beguiled, Comforted as is a child, When, terrified by storm's alarms, It finds at last its mother's arms, And plunging in love's plumbless sea, Retastes its first nativity. Oh! if I only could, Lie self -effaced, in some deep wood!