In Forest Land e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Let other bards their harps attune To sing of gold and courts and kings; But leave to me the hush of June, The music that the forest sings. Let other bards from fields of blood Send up their hymns to mighty Mars; But leave to me the quiet wood, The tender moonlight and the stars. I'll hang my harp upon a tree, Where ev'ry passing breeze may play, And catch the leafy minstrelsy, The music of the shaded way. Yea, I will teach this harp of mine To sing the song the forest sings, To mingle with the sob of pine The silver aspen's whisperings. For I would find that sweetest chord That makes the forest harmony, Would wake at will the music poured To ev'ry zephyr by the tree. To know thee more my spirit longs, O melody of leaves astir.