A Super Poem that suggests ‘Go for a nice walk’ in the woods to lift your Spirits


Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs
No school of long experience, that the world
Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen
Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares,
To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood
And view the haunts of Nature. The calm shade
Shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze
That makes the green leaves dance, shall waft a balm
To thy sick heart. Thou wilt find nothing here
Of all that pained thee in the haunts of men
And made thee loathe thy life. The primal curse
Fell, it is true, upon the unsinning earth,
But not in vengeance. God hath yoked to guilt
Her pale tormentor, misery. Hence, these shades
Are still the abodes of gladness; the thick roof
Of green and stirring branches is alive
And musical with birds, that sing and sport
In wantonness of spirit; while below
The squirrel, with raised paws and form erect,
Chirps merrily. Throngs of insects in the shade
Try their thin wings and dance in the warm beam
That waked them into life. Even the green trees
Partake the deep contentment; as they bend
To the soft winds, the sun from the blue sky
Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene.[Page 18]
Scarce less the cleft-born wild-flower seems to enjoy
Existence, than the winged plunderer
That sucks its sweets. The massy rocks themselves,
And the old and ponderous trunks of prostrate trees
That lead from knoll to knoll a causey rude
Or bridge the sunken brook, and their dark roots,
With all their earth upon them, twisting high,
Breathe fixed tranquillity. The rivulet
Sends forth glad sounds, and tripping o’er its bed
Of pebbly sands, or leaping down the rocks,
Seems, with continuous laughter, to rejoice
In its own being. Softly tread the marge,
Lest from her midway perch thou scare the wren
That dips her bill in water. The cool wind,
That stirs the stream in play, shall come to thee,
Like one that loves thee nor will let thee pass
Ungreeted, and shall give its light embrace.

William Cullen Bryant (1794 ā€“ 1878)


4 thoughts on “A Super Poem that suggests ‘Go for a nice walk’ in the woods to lift your Spirits”

    1. Yes, I agree. He is very ‘visual’ with his use of words, which I think is wonderful. A true wordsmith can do that and bryant does it very well indeed. He has written so much, including many poems, I could spend the next several years putting examples of his work on this blog. I chose this one because it fitted with how I felt today, (i.e. of the need to go out for a walk into nature), but there are many more that I was very tempted to add and perhaps I shall add a few more of my favorites over the coming weeks. šŸ™‚

  1. Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
    They say that there is nothing new in history and this poem by William Cullen Bryant who lived between 1794-1878 illustrates that very well. There has been no age in time that was completely peaceful and every generation has faced conflict, disease and everyday challenges. However, it tended not to be spread across the networks, super highway or media in such a full on and all consuming way as it is today. It seems that you cannot avoid the deeds that man perpetrates on their follow men. However, what is a constant is the peace and serenity of certain places where nature has been allowed to take its course. Such as in a wood. Thanks The Nemedian Trilogy for sharing.

    1. Thank you for your comments. I agree entirely, with your thoughts on this. Let us hope that we all protect what is left of nature for our future generations to also enjoy. Kind Regards, Jake.

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