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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