Monday, February 15, 2016

The Forest Reverie

I have been extremely busy the last few days. Building something new and exciting at the Retreat. You just have to come and take a peek.
The Forest Reverie kind of reminds me of the poem most famous by Edgar Allan Poe, but not quite; there are greater mysteries to be found.

'Tis said that when
      The hands of men
    Tamed this primeval wood,
  And hoary trees with groans of wo,
  Like warriors by an unknown foe,
    Were in their strength subdued,
      The virgin Earth
      Gave instant birth
    To springs that ne'er did flow--
      That in the sun
      Did rivulets run,
  And all around rare flowers did blow--
      The wild rose pale
      Perfumed the gale,
  And the queenly lily adown the dale
      (Whom the sun and the dew
      And the winds did woo),
  With the gourd and the grape luxuriant grew.
It is hidden and not visible, but I am sure you will find it and when you do the strange dream has been revealed. Enjoy!

So when in tears The love of years Is wasted like the snow, And the fine fibrils of its life By the rude wrong of instant strife Are broken at a blow-- Within the heart Do springs upstart Of which it doth now know, And strange, sweet dreams, Like silent streams That from new fountains overflow, With the earlier tide Of rivers glide Deep in the heart whose hope has died-- Quenching the fires its ashes hide,-- Its ashes, whence will spring and grow Sweet flowers, ere long,-- The rare and radiant flowers of song!
by Edgar Allan Poe
UPDATE: For the ladies who came to my working area tonight...just know that you have been reported to SL...I do not tolerant abuse.