WE took it to the woods, we two, The book well worn and brown, To read his words where stirring leaves Rained their soft shadows down. Yet as we sat and breathed the scene, We opened not a page; Enough that he was with us there, Our silent, friendly sage! His fresh "Rhodora" bloomed again; His "Humble-bee" buzzed near; And oh, the "Wood-notes" beautiful He taught our souls to hear. So our unopened book was read; And so, in restful mood, We and our poet, arm in arm, Went sauntering through the wood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S PRAYER [OR, HYMN] by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS LILAC: FIRST EMOTIONS OF LOVE by ROBERT BURNS LOVERS' INFINITENESS by JOHN DONNE THE TWO RABBIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL AND BUS-RIDING LADY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |