Nature
Now are the Bridals of the Leafy Wood
From At Minas Basin, and Other Poems (1897)
Nature
Now are the bridals of the leafy wood,
O'er dusky brooks the golden sunbars fall,
Birds fan the moonbeams in the balmy dark--
Look me! the banners of the holy rood
Shake in the battle's roar; sweet duty's call
Wings all my spirit like a soaring lark.
Cite this poem
MLA
Rand, Theodore Harding. “Now are the Bridals of the Leafy Wood.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rand_th/49/.
Chicago
Rand, Theodore Harding. “Now are the Bridals of the Leafy Wood.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rand_th/49/.
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