“Into the woods, my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent, Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him, When into the woods He came.” MindKindLittlesChristTreeMastersShameBlindCleanWoodsGrayOlives Book:Poems of Sidney Lanier Source: Poems of Sidney Lanier
“Chime out, thou little song of Spring, Float in the blue skies ravishing. Thy song-of-life a joy doth bring That's sweet, albeit fleeting. Float on the Spring-winds e'en to my home: And when thou to a rose shalt come That hath begun to show her bloom, Say, I send her greeting!” MayLittlesShowsHomeJoySongSkySweetWindSpringBlueRoseFleetingFloatsBlue SkyGreetingsChimes Book:Poems of Sidney Lanier Source: Poems of Sidney Lanier
