Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel

(1834-1894 / England)

To Eric From The Alps - Poem by Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel

The fragrant pines are green, love,
The pines are fair and tall;
Dear is the Alpine scene, love,
Peak, flower, and waterfall;
But my heart's tendrils lean, love,
To humbler pines at home,
For there the feet have been, love,
That never learned to roam.
One day about the wood, dear,
Thy steps began to go,
And all my stony mood, dear,
Was moved to happy flow;
But when they ceased from pleasure
Upon the woodland floor,
Silence in deeper measure
Than e'er was known before
Returned for evermore, dear,
For evermore.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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