Fragrant Quote for December 27th, 2012- Down to Sleep By Helen Hunt Jackson

Autumn in the Birchwood



Down to Sleep

By Helen Hunt Jackson
November woods are bare and still;
November days are clear and bright;
Each noon burns up the morning's chill;
The morning's snow is gone by night.
Each day my steps grow slow, grow light,
As through the woods I reverent* creep,
Watching all things lie "down to sleep."
I never knew before that beds,
Fragrant to smell, and soft to touch
The forest sifts and shapes and spreads;
I never knew before how much,
Of human sound there is in such
I.ow tones as through the forest sweep,
When all wild things lie ''down to sleep."
Each day I find new coverlids
Tucked in, and more sweet eyes shut tight;
Sometimes the viewless mother bids
Her ferns kneel down, full in my sight;
I hear their chorus of "good-night,"
And half I smile, and half I weep,
Listening while they lie "down to sleep."
November woods are bare and still;
November days are bright and good;
Life's noon burns up life's morning chill;
Life's night rests feet which long have stood;
Some warm soft bed, in field or wood,
The mother will not fail to keep,
Where we can "lay us down to sleep."