FRAGRANT are the cedar-boughs stretching green and level, <br />Feasting-halls where waxwings flit at their spicy revel, <br />But O the pine, the questing pine, that flings its arms on high <br />To search the secret of the sun and escalade the sky! <br />Rueful hemlocks, gaunt and old, with boughs a-droop, despairing, <br />Clutch for touch of mother-earth; the while the pine is daring <br />To rock the stars amid its cones and lull them with its croon, <br />And snare the silver eagle that is nested in the moon.<br /><br />Katharine Lee Bates<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-northern-wood/
