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.

(C) James Stephens
03/14/2017


Best Poems of James Stephens

• Midnight
• Check
• The Shell
• The Snare
• The Wind
• Strict Joy
• Righteous Anger
• White Fields
• Hate
• The Daisies
• Breakfast Time
• The Lonely God
• The Cow
• The Cherry Tree
• What The Snake Saw
• I Heard A Bird At Dawn
• The White Wido
• Insurrections
• The Wood Of Flowers
• The Glass Of Beer
• The Ancient Elf