Charged the deep cedars with all mourning chords.
And having wide and far diffused my wealth,—
Safe garnered, spelled, unknown of reasoning men,—
I long to summon it, to disenchant
My most melodious treasure breathless hid
In bell and blade, in blossom-blush and buds
And mystic verdure, the soft shade of rest.
Methinks in this wild wood, this home of flowers,
My harmonies are clustered; yea, I feel
The voiceless silence stir with voiceful awe;