THIS is the                                      and the hemlocks,
 Bearded with moss,                                   in the twilight,

 Stand like Druids                     sad and prophetic,
 Stand like harpers                             on their bosoms.

 Loud from its                    deep-voiced neighboring ocean
 Speaks, and in                                       of the forest.

 This is the                                           that beneath it
 Leaped like the                                              of the huntsman?
 Where is the                                    Acadian farmers --