Here you will find the Poem Forest Moods of poet Archibald Lampman
There is singing of birds in the deep wet woods, In the heart of the listening solitudes, Pewees, and thrushes, and sparrows, not few, And all the notes of their throats are true. The thrush from the innermost ash takes on A tender dream of the treasured and gone; But the sparrow singeth with pride and cheer Of the might and light of the present and here. There is shining of flowers in the deep wet woods, In the heart of the sensitive solitudes, The roseate bell and the lily are there, And every leaf of their sheaf is fair. Careless and bold, without dream of woe, The trilliums scatter their flags of snow; But the pale wood-daffodil covers her face, Agloom with the doom of a sorrowful race.
