Evangeline
When I took this shot I was thinking about Longfellow's "Evangeline" poem. While the photograph shows cypress rather than pines and hemlocks, it seems to give an imagine to Longfellow's words...“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.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.”
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from "Evangeline"
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Evangeline
When I took this shot I was thinking about Longfellow's "Evangeline" poem. While the photograph shows cypress rather than pines and hemlocks, it seems to give an imagine to Longfellow's words...“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.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.”
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from "Evangeline"
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