Thursday, November 17, 2011

Go where the woods in beauty sleep . . .

Deep Forest by Lutz Baar

Pleasure by Charlotte Bronte

A Short Poem or Else Not Say I

True pleasure breathes not city air,
Nor in Art's temples dwells,
In palaces and towers where
The voice of Grandeur dwells.

No! Seek it where high Nature holds
Her court 'mid stately groves,
Where she her majesty unfolds,
And in fresh beauty moves;

Where thousand birds of sweetest song,
The wildly rushing storm
And hundred streams which glide along,
Her mighty concert form!

Go where the woods in beauty sleep
Bathed in pale Luna's light,
Or where among their branches sweep
The hollow sounds of night.

Go where the warbling nightingale
In gushes rich doth sing,
Till all the lonely, quiet vale
With melody doth ring.

Go, sit upon a mountain steep,
And view the prospect round;
The hills and vales, the valley's sweep,
The far horizon bound.

Then view the wide sky overhead,
The still, deep vault of blue,
The sun which golden light doth shed,
The clouds of pearly hue.

And as you gaze on this vast scene
Your thoughts will journey far,
Though hundred years should roll between
On Time's swift-passing car.

To ages when the earth was young,
When patriarchs, grey and old,
The praises of their god oft sung,
And oft his mercies told.

You see them with their beards of snow,
Their robes of ample form,
Their lives whose peaceful, gentle flow,
Felt seldom passion's storm.

Then a calm, solemn pleasure steals
Into your inmost mind;
A quiet aura your spirit feels,
A softened stillness kind.



Anonymous said...

what a fantastic poem! I am so grateful you shared it, it was exactly what I needed today :)

Lydia said...

Amber Lee~ I agree. It sort of just spilled onto my screen late last night when I was doing one of those crazy searches for everything and nothing. It stopped me in my tracks and stilled me, and I fell quite in love with the poem.

Heaven said...

I wish I can go away and just get lost in the mountains and blue skies~

Very meaningful write ~

I really appreciate your comments in my blog ~

Happy weekend ~

Lydia said...

I have been longing for that too. Was depressed when another summer and early autumn passed by without my husband and I going on a hike.

Your blog is special.
Have a special weekend.

Murr Brewster said...

I've got to put in a good word for the painting, too. I must look up Lutz Baar. It's an odd name for a Pacific Northwest person, but I'd bet my hat. If I had a hat. Maybe it's really Lutz BEAR.

Lydia said...

Murr Brewster~ Hah! Lutz BEAR would be good for a Pacific Northwest person. As I recall from the artist's profile page, he was from another country (I think Scandinavian, but not sure of that...I should re-visit his profile!). Thanks for the visit.

Stafford Ray said...

We humans need space to feel contentment and you remind us via Charlotte Bronte that nature makes
"....your spirit feels,
A softened stillness kind".

Lydia said...

Stafford Ray~ Yes, we do need that. I was so pleased to have you visit my "other" blog. :)