The verse below is the first stanza of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s epic poem “Evangeline.” I’ve mentioned before that I have an affinity for Longfellow, I think because we read his poetry in elementary school and because his “Song of Hiawatha” is set in the Pictured Rocks area of Michigan on the southern shore of Lake Superior. Although “Evangeline” does not take place in Michigan, I can find two degrees of separation tracking back to Hiawatha, so I’m calling it Michigan-related. This will be cross-posted with the same basic content in my sister website, Your Book Group, very early on March 22.
“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.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.”