The long, gray moss that softly swings In solemn grandeur from the trees, Like mournful funeral draperies,-- A brown-winged bird that never sings. A shallow, stagnant, inland sea, Where rank swamp grasses wave, and where A deadliness lurks in the air,-- A sere leaf falling silently. The death-like calm on every hand, That one might deem it sin to break, So pure, so perfect,--these things make The mournful beauty of this land.
This poem is in the public domain.
Albert Bigelow Paine
Albert Bigelow Paine was born on July 10, 1861, in New Bedford, Massachusetts.
Date Published: 1900-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/louisiana