Genius Loci
Born 1856
PEACE, Shepherd, peace! What boots it singing on?
Since long ago grace-giving Phoebus died,
And all the train that loved the stream-bright side
Of the poetic mount with him are gone
Beyond the shores of Styx and Acheron,
In unexplored realms of night to hide.
The clouds that strew their shadows far and wide
Are all of Heaven that visits Helicon.
Yet here, where never muse or god did haunt,
Still may some nameless power of Nature stray,
Pleased with the reedy stream's continual chant
And purple pomp of these broad fields in May.
The shepherds meet him where he herds the kine,
And careless pass him by whose is the gift divine.
DayPoems Poem No. 830
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/830.html">Genius Loci by Margaret L. Woods</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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