“CATHEDRAL WOODS,”
MANCHESTER, MASSACHUSETTS.
Hushed grow our voices as our footsteps fall
These darksome woods’ high fretted roof beneath,
Whose living arches, sprung from living sheath,
Are organ-pipes for winds to play withal.
We leave, without, the meadow’s autumn glare—
Its Tyrian wealth of asters prodigal,
Its pomp of scarlet-robed cardinal,
Its gentian that doth heaven’s livery wear.
So leave we, too, the sparkle of the sea,