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In A Northern Wood

NT 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

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

To rock the stars amid its cones and lull them with its croon,

And snare the silver eagle that is nested in the moon.

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Katharine Lee Bates

Katharine Lee Bates (August 12, 1859 – March 28, 1929) was a prolific American writer, college professor, scholar, and social activist. Although…

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