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Wild honey from various thyme

By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper]

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SILENCE IN WOODS
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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SILENCE IN WOODS

Not false, significant of hooded speech,
Guilty for shade, as man interpreteth:
Crystal and naked, of most open breath,
She threads the little ways of oak and beech.
How confident this silence: at her ease
She pats her breast, a sailing feather skims;
And on the whortles cushioning happy limbs
Shakes the small leaves at moments as a breeze.
When seeds drop round her, hollow, bursting knells
Rise as if bubbles split themselves and ceased;
Sometimes a dove, or stoat, or youngling beast
She cuddles to her flesh in those close dells:
—Then lets it go so noiselessly we feel
Only her skin's warm heave from neck to heel.