Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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TO MY FOREST-GOD
My Forest-God, thou hast no other name:Thou art the sap, the strength, the forest-tree
With wings to sing around and cover me;
Thou art my God: even the very same
That shook Dodona's oaks, that broke in flame
Athwart their boughs; and, where most leafily
They clustered, to thyself in secrecy
Spake homeward as a dove. All Heaven's frame
Is thine, and the wide Earth's most varied room:
My own sole part in thee is where in plume
The brake-fern trembles, where the very mould
Is of the gathered leaves that I behold,
And the air spreads so stilly it doth keep
As in one sway my breathing and my sleep.
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