Poem by Paul Hamilton Hayne

The Pine's Mystery

I

LISTEN! the sombre foliage of the Pine,
A swart Gitana of the woodland trees,
Is answering what we may but half divine
To those soft whispers of the twilight breeze!

II

Passion and mystery murmur through the leaves,
Passion and mystery, touched by deathless pain.
Whose monotone of long, low anguish grieves
For something lost that shall not live again!

1. Welcome to Winter
2. Carlyle
3. A Dream of the South Winds
4. An Idle Poet, Dreaming in the Sun
5. Between the Sunken Sun and the New Moon

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