"The Wood of Flowers "

By James Stephens

I Went to the wood of flowers,
No one went with me;
I was there alone for hours;
I was happy as could be,
In the wood of flowers!
There was grass
On the ground;
There were leaves
On the tree;

And the wind
Had a sound
Of such sheer
Gaiety

That I
Was as happy
As happy could be ,
In the Wood of Flowers !