The Heart Of The Wood
My hope and my love, we will go for a while into the wood, scattering the dew, where we will see the trout, we will see the blackbird on its nest; the deer and the buck calling, the little bird that is sweetest singing on the branches; the cuckoo on the top of the fresh green; and death will never come near us for ever in the sweet wood.
Isabella Augusta, Lady Gregory
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Poem topics: death, green, hope, never, fresh, bird, sweet, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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