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Thursday, April 16, 2009

A Stand of Pine




My Cathedral

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

12 comments:

  1. So lovely ♥ Longfellow is one of my favorite poets. Thank you. I really enjoyed reading your post.

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  2. That is beautiful and I feel like that as I walk along my walking paths each morning. :-)

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  3. 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!

    Love this poem you shared! Longfellow is a favorite of mine! Hugs, Rhonda :)

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  4. 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!).

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  5. Beautiful poem and woods! =)

    Thank you for your sweet comment on my blog this evening!

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  6. "Listen the choir is singing!" Trees seem to sing their Maker's praise, don't they?

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  7. A lovely post --- thank you!

    LaTeaDah

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