Poems (Storrie)/In Some Deep Wood

by Agnes Louisa Storrie

In Some Deep Wood.

Oh! if I only could,
Lie, self-effaced in some deep wood,
My breast against the moss, and feel
The great world underneath me wheel
In silence, while high overhead
Oceans of azure light were spread
As limitless in their expanses
As my own wild, and unchained fancies.

Day might decline, and all the trooping
Legions of stars come proudly stooping
To bend their golden eyes on me.
I should not know, I should not see,
And winds might with the blossoms marry
And flocks of little perfumes carry
From buds and bells whose breath entices
Each other bud to yield its spices.
And Time himself might pause, and slowly
Taste of the silence, solemn, holy.
I should not know, I should not care,
Content I'd be, just to be there,
Hushed to the very soul of me
By the great earth's maternity.
Satisfied all my ambitions,
Silenced all my premonitions,
Every restless want fulfilled
Every protestation stilled.
Queries answered, doubts beguiled,
Comforted as is a child,
When, terrified by storm's alarms,
It finds at last its mother's arms,
And plunging in love's plumbless sea,
Retastes its first nativity.
Oh! if I only could,
Lie self -effaced, in some deep wood!