Cover me with your everlasting arms,-- <br />Ye guardian giants of this solitude!-- <br />From the ill-sight of men, and from the rude <br />Tumultuous din of yon wild world's alarms! <br />Oh, knit your mighty limbs around, above, <br />And close me in for ever! let me dwell <br />With the wood spirits, in the darkest spell <br />That ever with your verdant locks ye wove. <br /> <br />The air is full of countless voices, joined <br />In one eternal hymn; the whispering wind, <br />The shuddering leaves, the hidden water springs, <br />The work-song of the bees, whose honeyed wings <br />Hang in the golden tresses of the lime, <br />Or buried lie in purple beds of thyme.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-woods-13/
