Sewickley High School - Sewickley Yearbook (Herminie, PA)

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Class Poem By day aspiring pines defy the oak, Whose gnarled arms, in quiet tolerance, Stoop low to guard and house the forest folk: At night the cypress in the dark silence Mourns tearless by the tearful willow, gaunt Against the mist-veiled moon that climbs on high Omniscient, queen o'er spirit folk that haunt The wood by night .... Then from the forest An old spirit sage comes forth And standing there where last the eerie loon Had left his echo for the wintry north. On the lake shore under the rising moon, The ancient speaks: This Wood is a world unborn That lives at night to fade with dreams That break as does the dawn in streams Of ribbon rent asunder by the sun .,.. I am the sage of things to come By night I live, by day struck dumb I sleep in the minds of youth . . . But now the night is ebbing fast The eastern blue on hills, grey cast, Washes the shore of another dawn . . Fourteen