In the Seven Woods
I HAVE heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods
Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees
Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away
The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness
That empty the heart. I have fot awhile
Tara uprooted, and new onness
Upohrone and g about the streets
And hanging its paper flowers from post to post,
Because it is alone of all things happy.
I am tented, for I know that Quiet
Wanders laughing aing her wild heart
Among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer,
Who but awaits His hour to shoot, still hangs
A cloudy quiver over Paira-lee.