 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
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SONNET
IN THE DEEP SHADOW
In the deep shadow of the woods to lie
When to the music of the zephyrs dance
The rustling leaves, and through its canopy
Of branches wov'n to gaze with earnest glance
And raptur'd soul on the cerulean sky
That far off spreads serenely its expanse,
And there, forgetting earth's realities,
To dream of peace and love, this this is happiness
When to the music of the zephyrs dance
The rustling leaves, and through its canopy
Of branches wov'n to gaze with earnest glance
And raptur'd soul on the cerulean sky
That far off spreads serenely its expanse,
And there, forgetting earth's realities,
To dream of peace and love, this this is happiness
Alas! 'tis only there that these are found,
Felt in the hush that falls upon the heart
Heard in the answering melodies around
Where thousand voices unattun'd by art,
Pour forth the love that thrills in every vein
Of Nature's breast, Affection's sacred fane.
Felt in the hush that falls upon the heart
Heard in the answering melodies around
Where thousand voices unattun'd by art,
Pour forth the love that thrills in every vein
Of Nature's breast, Affection's sacred fane.
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