In the Woods
O woods, where the shadows creep, And the whispers of the breeze Tell tales of the earth asleep; Where the crowding bramble-leaves Are softer than whispering thieves, And the shadows creep.
In your green depths I’ve found A peace that the world forgot; Your silence, that knows no sound, Yet speaks with a voice I sought, Among the clamor of man’s crowd, I listen, my heart is bowed.
- Rosa Zagnoni Marinone