. Miami woods, A golden wedding, and other poems . Well known to me is every alley green,Dingle, and bushy dell, in this wild wood,And every bosky bourn from side to side,My daily walk, and ancient : Comus: A solitary sorrow, antheming A lonely grief. Keats: Hyperion. IV p * Miami Woods!—What says the mighty Past,To the still mightier Present, from the midstOf all these vestiges of centuries gone,That strew the plains and hills around ? I askThe question thousands have thus asked before,And get the common answer—echo! Here,Green on the crownd acclivities, or darkIn the dim
. Miami woods, A golden wedding, and other poems . Well known to me is every alley green,Dingle, and bushy dell, in this wild wood,And every bosky bourn from side to side,My daily walk, and ancient : Comus: A solitary sorrow, antheming A lonely grief. Keats: Hyperion. IV p * Miami Woods!—What says the mighty Past,To the still mightier Present, from the midstOf all these vestiges of centuries gone,That strew the plains and hills around ? I askThe question thousands have thus asked before,And get the common answer—echo! Here,Green on the crownd acclivities, or darkIn the dim twilight of oerarching treesThat clothe the valleys, we behold remainsOf human toil and triumph and dismay,Oer which the oak that counts five hundred yearsSpreads his protecting branches:—walls of earth;Tlascalan gateways; sacrificial mounds;The altars of a worship we know not;And, beautiful in their silence, tombs of menWho died before the parent tree had castThe seed from which arose this hoary trunk,That lies so low at last! But though t
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