March 15, 2015

Betwixt the Hours of Night and Day

The mist had settled in the woods,
Betwixt the hours of night and day,
And at the brink of them I stood,
Enchanted there, by nature's play.

I scarcely can describe in words
The earthy rustling of debris,
The gentle warble of the birds,
And haunting beauty of the trees.

And neither can I capture well
The captivating madrigal,
Which held me fast under its spell,
Of babbling brooks so magical.

For neither written nor exclaimed
Can brazen tongue of mortal man
Bear witness to nature's domain
When fallen far from origin's plan.

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