Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, IN THE WOOD, by THEODORE MAYNARD


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IN THE WOOD, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Here there is hardly
Last Line: As I never knew.
Subject(s): Forests; Woods


Here there is hardly
A wind at all,
Yet the leaves go whirling
As they fall.

And as the bough quivers
The brown leaves start,
And the hands of beauty
Tug at my heart.

The solemn ant,
Like the hardy weed,
Brings golden gifts
To my aching need.

While autumn burns
To its splendid close
I steel my heart
For the winter's woes.

No sound but a sigh
The whole wood through;
And I hear such songs
As I never knew.





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