Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Ancient


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All That Is Past
***
Very old are the woods;
And the buds that break
Out of the brier's boughs,
When March winds wake,
So old with their beauty are--
Oh, no man knows
Through what wild centuries
Roves back the rose.
*
Very old are the brooks;
And the rills that rise
Where snow sleeps cold beneath
The azure skies
Sing such a history
Of come and gone,
Their every drop is as wise As Solomon.
*
Very old are we men;
Our dreams are tales
Told in dim Eden
By Eve's nightingales;
We wake and whisper awhile,
But, the day gone by,
Silence and sleep like fields
Of amaranth lie.
*
Walter de la Mare

8 comments:

Braidwood said...

I like ye olde trees, and the ancient poem to go along with them.

Anonymous said...

so beautiful, both poem and post! it would make a spectacular tapestry
-kerry

Cin said...

beautiful !

Kim's Suitcase said...

before seeing yours i thought trees too, yours are wonderful very ancient looking and the words are just beautiful too.

chillies and chocolate said...

Wonderful trees.

steve said...

Your work is beautiful and touching. Great art !

steve said...

Your work is beautiful and touching. Great art !

Millie said...

i agree with all said before.just beautiful