They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again. And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods Before they planted the trees. It is underneath the coppice and heath And the thin anemones. Only the keeper sees That, where the ring-dove broods, And the badgers roll at ease, There was once a road through the woods, Yet, if you enter the woods Of a summer evening late, When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools Where the otter whistles his mate, (They fear not men in the woods, Because they see so few.) You will hear the beat of a horse's feet, And the swish of a skirt in the dew, Steadily cantering through The misty solitudes, As though they perfectly knew The old lost road through the woods . . . But there is no road through the woods. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM FRANCE by ISAAC ROSENBERG IN HOSPITAL: 21. ROMANCE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY IMAGES: 5 by RICHARD ALDINGTON THE COWARD by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA CASTLES IN THE AIR by JAMES BALLANTYNE |