 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
THE BREEZES THROUGH THE WOODLANDS MOAN
The breezes through the woodlands moan
Another echoes back the sigh,
The Sun upon his course is gone
But planets tend him through the sky
The leaflet bends before the wind
'Tis upheld by the parent tree,
The lark breathes out his morning Hymn,
His mate joins in the song of glee,
All things in sympathy rejoice
But my poor desolate heart hath not an echoing voice.
Another echoes back the sigh,
The Sun upon his course is gone
But planets tend him through the sky
The leaflet bends before the wind
'Tis upheld by the parent tree,
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His mate joins in the song of glee,
All things in sympathy rejoice
But my poor desolate heart hath not an echoing voice.
Oh like that breeze were it alone
To sigh where bloom no flowers to kiss,
And like the sun compell'd to move
His mighty path companionless,
The tender leaf lopp'd from the bough
That withers on the ground and dies,
The hapless bird whose mate is dead
That solitary sings and flies,
Like these my course in life must be
Once and still worship'd One, with out a smile from thee
To sigh where bloom no flowers to kiss,
And like the sun compell'd to move
His mighty path companionless,
The tender leaf lopp'd from the bough
That withers on the ground and dies,
The hapless bird whose mate is dead
That solitary sings and flies,
Like these my course in life must be
Once and still worship'd One, with out a smile from thee
| The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod | |