Go into the woodland <br />if you seek peace of mind- <br />As this time when Nature's mood <br />is gentle, quiet and kind, <br />When soft winds fan the trembling leaves <br />about the cloistered glade- <br />And paths go winding deep into the green <br />and breathless shade. <br /> <br />Where nothing breaks the silence <br />of the warm and fragrant air- <br />But snatches of sweet melody . . . <br />and wings that rend and tear- <br />The stillness of the windless dells <br />where shallow brooklets flow- <br />And shadows fleck the water <br />as the sunbeams come and go. <br /> <br />An unseen Presence walks the woods, <br />a sense of holy things- <br />Haunts the dim Cathedral aisles; <br />and every bird that sings- <br />Is like some morning chorister, <br />and every breath of air- <br />Seems to bring the secret murmur <br />of a whispered prayer.<br /><br />Winifred Emma May<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woodland-cathedral/
