THE WOOD OF FLOWERS

By James Stephens

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.