April Airs: A Book of New England Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

THE GOD OF THE WOOD


 

HERE all the forces of the wood
As one converge,
To make the soul of solitude
Where all things merge.

The sun, the rain-wind, and the rain,

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The visiting moon,
The hurrying cloud by peak and plain,
Each with its boon.

Here power attains perfection still
In mighty ease,

10
That the great earth may have her will
Of joy and peace.

And so through me, the mortal born
Of plasmic clay,
Immortal powers, kind, fierce, forlorn,

15
And glad, have sway.

Eternal passions, ardors fine,
And monstrous fears,
Rule and rebel, serene, malign,
Or loosed in tears;

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Until at last they shall evolve
From griefs and joys
Some steady light, some firm resolve,
Some Godlike poise.