The silent woods, with whispers deep,
Share secrets of a world untouched;
In twilight’s calm, I softly creep
Through ancient groves, by darkness clutched.
Each branch a quivering heart, it seems,
As if they share in nature’s dream;
In beauty’s pause, the soul redeems
A sense of wonder, a quiet beam.
— “Serenade in the Woods”
- Henry Vaughan