My Brook by Helen Hay Whitney

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend June 7, 2014   My Brook   Helen Hay Whitney

Earth holds no sweeter secret anywhere Than this my brook, that lisps along the green Of mossy channels, where slim birch trees lean Like tall pale ladies, whose delicious hair, Lures and invites the kiss of wanton air. The smooth soft grasses, delicate between The rougher stalks, by waifs alone are seen, Shy things that live in sweet seclusion there. And is it still the same, and do the eyes Of every silver ripple meet the trees That bend above like guarding emerald skies? I turn, who read the city’s beggared book, And hear across the moan of many seas The whisper and the laughter of my brook.            This poem is in the public domain. About This Poem   “My Brook” was published in Helen Hay Whitney’s poetry collection Some Verses (1898).   Helen Hay Whitney, a poet, writer, and philanthropist, was born in New York City in 1876. She published several collections of poems, including The Rose of Dawn (1901) and Herbs and Apples (1910), before her death in 1944. Poetry by Whitney   Herbs and Apples (Amazon Digital Services, 2013) “Written on the Banks of the Arun” by Charlotte Smith “South” by Jack Gilbert “Afton Water” by Robert Burns Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038