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MISCELLANEOUS
POEMS
By
Charles Sangster
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THE
SPIRIT OF THE WOODS.
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Gently wanders he
Where no human foot intrudes,
Joyously,
Fancy-free,
The Spirit of the Woods.
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Singing through the trees,
Playing with the breeze,
Laughing at the seas
As they roll, [Page 212]
With sullen roar, |
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To the shore,
Rushing evermore
To their goal.
Softly wander he
Where no human foot intrudes, |
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More fancy-free
Than the sea,
The Spirit of the Woods.
Up and down the hill,
By the leaping rill, |
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On towards the mill
In the vale;
Upwards through the sky,
Where he seems to die,
Breathing forth a sigh |
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To the gale.
Quietly wanders he,
Through the deep solitudes;
Who so free
There, as he, |
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The
Spirit of the Woods?
By the silent bower,
When the heavens lour,
Nestling in the flower,
Snug and warm; |
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Darting out again [Page 213]
O’er the grassy
plain,
With the merry rain
Through the storm.
Daringly wanders he |
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Where
no human foot intrudes,
Recklessly,
Laughingly,
The Spirit of the Woods.
Up the snowy steep, |
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To the topmost heap,
As the bleak winds sweep
Down its sides;
From the rocky height,
Through the stormy night, |
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Laughing with delight,
Back he glides.
Recklessly wanders he
Where no human foot intrudes,
Dauntlessly, |
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Fancy-free,
The Spirit of the Woods.
In the zephyr mild,
Watching o’er the
child,
Lost in the wild, |
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Lest it fear;
In the lion’s den,
In the marsh with the
wren, [Page 214]
Through the dismal fen
With the deer. |
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Thus wanders he, eternally,
Where no human foot intrudes,
Playfully,
Fancy-free,
The Spirit of the Woods. |
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Rambling everywhere,
Through the woodland
air,
Distancing dull care,
As he flies:
Like him, eternally, |
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Pure thoughts wander free,
Over earth and sea,
To the skies. [Page 215] |
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