O Stately Forest

O stately forest thy shadowy arches kind,
Thou art the only listener of my heart.
For here a soul may in thy bosom find
A refuge thou art willing to impart.

Within thine ear I whisper my unrest
So like a fledgling weary from a flight,
I hide my face upon thy mighty breast
And gaze upon the splendor of thy might.

Whilst sadness from my being I do share,
A crystal teardrop thus begins to fall.
Thou makest sorrow easier to bear
As all my senses dost thou so enthrall.

Though boundless is that which I must discern,
Thou comfort me until I must adjourn.