Sonnet 59 by Henry Alford

Lyrics
Once more I stray among this wilderness Of ancient trees, and through the rustling fern Golden and sere, brush forward; at each turn Meeting fresh avenues in winter dress Of long gray moss, or yellow lichen bright; While the long lines of intercepted shade Spread into distance through the turfy glade Checkered with rosy paths of evening light Here first I learned to tune my youthful thoughts To themes of blessed import: woods and sky And waters, as they rushed or slumbered by For my poetic soul refreshment brought; And now within me rise, unbidden long Fresh springs of life, fresh themes of earnest song
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Credits
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- Henry Alford