Thoughts as they came . man arches both attest How long, in unison, theyve conquered charms today—for grandeur past—atone!Thou art a dream! held fast in traceried stone. THE KNIGHTWOOD TREEMONARCH OF THE NEW FOREST, ENGLAND To W. B. D. No insect stirred! no song of bird! No earthly, nor unearthly sound was heard. The very air seemed wont to shareTliat wondrous quiet lurking everywhere. [97] THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME Wild horses roam, hard by, at home, And cattle chew the cud, in groups, alone— All oer these moors—where chill wind blows,And where, like mantle spread, the heather grows. But
Thoughts as they came . man arches both attest How long, in unison, theyve conquered charms today—for grandeur past—atone!Thou art a dream! held fast in traceried stone. THE KNIGHTWOOD TREEMONARCH OF THE NEW FOREST, ENGLAND To W. B. D. No insect stirred! no song of bird! No earthly, nor unearthly sound was heard. The very air seemed wont to shareTliat wondrous quiet lurking everywhere. [97] THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME Wild horses roam, hard by, at home, And cattle chew the cud, in groups, alone— All oer these moors—where chill wind blows,And where, like mantle spread, the heather grows. But here—no rude, loud sounds silence deep—in forest solitude. The world is ours, beneath these boughs. Where dim, Cathedral-light, the old oak showers. A sheltered nest in forest vast,Nirvana-like, in somber, passive rest. Soft shadows fell, and seemed to tell How night found starless home within that dell. And we—just we—stepped noiselessly— As drew the veil around the Knightwood Tree. [98]. Seated, iiith suiiUght through stained ivindoivs streaming,Naught hut iceird silence filling aisles and nave CATHEDRAL ORGAN ECHOES CATHEDRAL ORGAN ECHOES Seated, with sunlight through stained windows streaming,Naught but weird silence filling aisles and nave, Peaceful the thoughts that came oer senses stealing,Till all things worldly seem to slowly fade. No footfall heard! no sound on marble flooring! Only the saints in glass—to hear our call ;They, with their upraised eyes, and lips, adoring The unseen God—and Father of us all. Silence profound! but—is it sound or seeming? We and the Saints in close Communion there —When—like a whisper—rose such sweet refraining— As if, by angel hands, it called to prayer. Chord rose on chord! now softly—and now swelling! Still the same symphony amid high arches borne—Held by them quivering—then—like echoes fading— Only to swell again, as if by Heavenly Throng. [99] J^ THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME ^ Wherefore
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