Monday, August 29, 2011

The Whispering Poplars / Jane Elizabeth MacDonald

The Whispering Poplars

I hear the whispering poplars
    In the hollow by my door;
They sound like fairy waters
    Beside a magic shore,
They sound like long-lost secrets
    Of childhood's golden lore,–
The murmuring, nodding poplars
    In the hollow by my door.

All night they talk together
    Beneath the silent sky;
The mountains crouch beyond them
   The blue lake sleeps near by,–
But still the silver, sibilant
    Small voices laugh and sigh,
Talking all night together
    Beneath the silent sky.

Jane Elizabeth MacDonald
from Canadian Poets, 1916

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