MISCELLANEOUS POEMS

By Charles Sangster


 

THE SPIRIT OF THE WOODS.


 


     Gently wanders he
Where no human foot intrudes,
          Joyously,
          Fancy-free,
The Spirit of the Woods.

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     Singing through the trees,
     Playing with the breeze,
     Laughing at the seas
          As they roll, [Page 212]
     With sullen roar,

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     To the shore,
     Rushing evermore
          To their goal.

     Softly wander he
Where no human foot intrudes,

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          More fancy-free
          Than the sea,
The Spirit of the Woods.
     Up and down the hill,
     By the leaping rill,

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     On towards the mill
          In the vale;
     Upwards through the sky,
     Where he seems to die,
     Breathing forth a sigh

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          To the gale.

     Quietly wanders he,
Through the deep solitudes;
          Who so free
          There, as he,

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The Spirit of the Woods?
     By the silent bower,
     When the heavens lour,
     Nestling in the flower,
          Snug and warm;

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     Darting out again [Page 213]
     O’er the grassy plain,
     With the merry rain
          Through the storm.

     Daringly wanders he

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Where no human foot intrudes,
          Recklessly,
          Laughingly,
The Spirit of the Woods.
     Up the snowy steep,

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     To the topmost heap,
     As the bleak winds sweep
          Down its sides;
     From the rocky height,
     Through the stormy night,

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     Laughing with delight,
          Back he glides.

     Recklessly wanders he
Where no human foot intrudes,
     Dauntlessly,

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     Fancy-free,
The Spirit of the Woods.
     In the zephyr mild,
     Watching o’er the child,
     Lost in the wild,

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          Lest it fear;
     In the lion’s den,
     In the marsh with the wren, [Page 214]
     Through the dismal fen
          With the deer.

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     Thus wanders he, eternally,
Where no human foot intrudes,
          Playfully,
          Fancy-free,
The Spirit of the Woods.

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     Rambling everywhere,
     Through the woodland air,
     Distancing dull care,
          As he flies:
     Like him, eternally,

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     Pure thoughts wander free,
     Over earth and sea,
          To the skies. [Page 215]