Here let us linger at will and delightsomely hearken <br />Music aeolian of wind in the boughs of pine, <br />Timbrel of falling waters, sounds all soft and sonorous, <br />Worshipful litanies sung at a bannered shrine. <br /> <br />Deep let us breathe the ripeness and savor of balsam, <br />Tears that the pines have wept in sorrow sweet, <br />With its aroma comes beguilement of things forgotten, <br />Long-past hopes of the years on tip-toeing feet. <br /> <br />Far in the boskiest glen of this wood is a dream and a silence <br />Come, we shall claim them ours ere look we long; <br />A dream that we dreamed and lost, a silence richly hearted, <br />Deep at its lyric core with the soul of a song. <br /> <br />If there be storm, it will thunder a march in the branches, <br />So that our feet may keep true time as we go; <br />If there be rain, it will laugh, it will glisten, and beckon, <br />Calling to us as a friend all lightly and low. <br /> <br />If it be night, the moonlight will wander winsomely with us, <br />If it be hour of dawn, all heaven will bloom, <br />If it be sunset, it's glow will enfold and pursue us. <br />To the remotest valley of purple gloom. <br /> <br />Lo! the pine wood is a temple where the days meet to worship, <br />Laying their cark and care for the nonce aside, <br />God, who made it, keeps it as a witness to Him forever, <br />Walking in it, as a garden, at eventide.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/among-the-pines/
