Author Arthur Stanley Bourinot All is still Under the Pines, All is still. Still as the heart of Eve When fear first came And the flush Of shame Mantled her cheek And the sword of flame Flashed In the garden of the Lord. All is still Under the Pines, Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments