Poets.org Search search Poems Find and share the perfect poems. Page submenu block Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie Share on Facebook Twitter Tumblr View print mode Copy embed code Add this poem to an anthology Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807 – 1882 Prelude This is forest primeval. The murmuring pines hemlocks Bearded with moss in garments green indistinct twilight Stand like Druids eld voices sad prophetic harpers hoar beards that rest their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks accents disconsolate answers wail forest. primeval but where are hearts beneath it Leaped roe when he hears woodland voice huntsman Where thatch-roofed village home Acadian farmers Men whose lives glided rivers water woodlands Darkened by shadows earth reflecting image heaven? Waste those pleasant farms farmers forever departed! Scattered dust leaves mighty blasts October Seize them whirl them aloft sprinkle far o'er Naught tradition remains beautiful village Grand-Pré. Ye who believe affection hopes endures patient beauty strength woman's devotion List mournful still sung forest a Love Acadie happy.