woodlandtrust: The Sun on the Trees - Ethelwyn WetheraldThe sun within the leafy woods Is like a
woodlandtrust: The Sun on the Trees - Ethelwyn WetheraldThe sun within the leafy woods Is like a midday moon,So soft upon these solitudes Is bent the face of noon.Loosed from the outside summer blaze A few gold arrows stray;A vagrant brilliance droops or plays Through all the dusky day.The gray trunk feels a touch of light, While, where dead leaves are deep,A gleam of sunshine golden white Lies like a soul asleep.And just beyond dank-rooted ferns, Where darkening hemlocks sighAnd leaves are dim, the bare road burns Beneath a dazzling sky. -- source link