Thursday, August 05, 2004
Tree Hugging
There will be little or no blogging here for the next couple of weeks. I'm going to hug some trees in the Maine woods:
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline)
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This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline)
