What the Woods Teach
We read our mood — love best in solitude;
To be alone with nature is to be the
Favored guest of rarest company
Sylpides and aegipans, lithe elves and nude
Goat-footed satyrs, things of dream intrude
On our mute musings that rove fancy free,
Wide through the realm of myth and mystery,
And welcome all, to reason’s law subdued.
‘Twas not in vain the ethnic dreamer saw
A separate life in every tree and stream;
Whose myriads forms from one life-fountain draw
Their varied natures for the One Supreme
Glories in infinite diversifying
Of his vast unity, through endless multiplying.
- Title
- What the Woods Teach
- Alternative Title
- We read our mood—love best in solitude
- Creator
-
George Shepard Burleigh
- Bibliographic Citation
- Providence Evening Bulletin, March 28, 1933, p. 12.
- Date
- Date tbd
- note
- This poem had never been published until 1933, as it was in the private possession of Sarah Burleigh, Sydney Richmond Burleigh's spouse. See Providence Evening Bulletin article in media section of this entry for more context.
-
Sarah Drew Wilkinson Burleigh




