Sidney Lanier Poems
|83.||At First. To Charlotte Cushman.||12/31/2002|
|84.||Souls And Rain-Drops||12/31/2002|
|86.||A Birthday Song. To S. G.||12/31/2002|
|87.||A Florida Sunday.||12/31/2002|
|89.||The Song Of The Chattahoochee||12/31/2002|
|91.||An Evening Song.||12/31/2002|
|92.||A Song Of The Future.||12/31/2002|
|93.||A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master||12/31/2002|
|94.||A Sunrise Song.||12/31/2002|
|96.||A Song Of Eternity In Time||12/31/2002|
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A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master
Into the woods my Master went,
Clean forspent, forspent.
Into the woods my Master came,
Forspent with love and shame.
But the olives they were not blind to Him,
The little gray leaves were kind to Him:
The thorn-tree had a mind to Him
When into the woods He came.
Out of the woods my Master went,
And He was well content.
Out of the woods my Master came,
Content with death and shame.
When Death and Shame would woo Him last,
From under the trees they drew Him last:
'Twas on a tree they slew Him - last
When out of the woods He came.
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know
Two springs that with unbroken flow
Forever pour their lucent streams
Into my soul's far Lake of Dreams.
Not larger than two eyes, they lie
Beneath the many-changing sky
And mirror all of life and time,
-- Serene and dainty pantomime.