James Stephens

The Wood of Flowers

I went to the Wood of Flowers
 (No one was 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 buds on the tree,
And the wind had a sound
 Of such gaiety,
That I was as happy
 As happy could be,
In the Wood of Flowers.
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