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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Jane Elizabeth MacDonald biography
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