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.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Humoring the Goddess 
I wish I could figure out what he meant by ‘harpers hoar’… what are harpers?
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I had to look that up before I posted it, too.
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
A harpers hoar is a harp player.
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Reblogged this on Blue Dragon Journal.
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You are so kind to repost this. Thank you.
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Reblogged this on Purplerays.
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I enjoy your blog so much — it is always an honor to be reposted there. Thank you.
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I enjoyed your photos and your words today. Thank you Claudia.
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Sometimes a bit of the mystic is all we need. Thank you so much.
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You are welcome Claudia.
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