A Haven for Vee
Thursday, April 16, 2009
A Stand of Pine
Like two cathedral towers these stately pines
Uplift their fretted summits tipped with cones;
The arch beneath them is not built with stones,
Not Art but Nature traced these lovely lines,
And carved this graceful arabesque of vines;
No organ but the wind here sighs and moans,
No sepulchre conceals a martyr's bones,
No marble bishop on his tomb reclines.
Enter! the pavement carpeted with leaves
Gives back a softened echo to thy tread!
Listen! the choir is singing; all the birds,
In leafy galleries beneath the eaves,
Are singing! listen ere the sound be fled,
And learn there may be worship without words.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Posted by Vee at 11:56 AM
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So lovely ♥ Longfellow is one of my favorite poets. Thank you. I really enjoyed reading your post.ReplyDelete
That is beautiful and I feel like that as I walk along my walking paths each morning. :-)ReplyDelete
What a beautiful poem...ReplyDelete
Hi Vee, Thanks so much for the sweet comment on Ashley! She will love that! :) I've enjoyed getting caught up with you, browsing over your blog, and hope all has been well with you!ReplyDelete
Love this poem you shared! Longfellow is a favorite of mine! Hugs, Rhonda :)
Thank you for a fine example of a sonnet (we have been discussing sonnets at Purplecoo and I have only just learned exactly what they are!).ReplyDelete
Beautiful poem and woods! =)ReplyDelete
Thank you for your sweet comment on my blog this evening!
Beautiful poem and photo! Just perfect!ReplyDelete
"Listen the choir is singing!" Trees seem to sing their Maker's praise, don't they?ReplyDelete
A lovely post --- thank you!ReplyDelete