Here you will find the Poem In A Northern Wood of poet Katharine Lee Bates
FRAGRANT are the cedar-boughs stretching green and level, Feasting-halls where waxwings flit at their spicy revel, But O the pine, the questing pine, that flings its arms on high To search the secret of the sun and escalade the sky! Rueful hemlocks, gaunt and old, with boughs a-droop, despairing, Clutch for touch of mother-earth; the while the pine is daring To rock the stars amid its cones and lull them with its croon, And snare the silver eagle that is nested in the moon.
