DOWN through the forest to the river I wander. There are swans flying, Swans on the water, Duck, wild birds. Fairies live here; They know no sorrow. Birds, winds, They are the only people. If I could tell you the way to this place, You would sell your house and your land For silver or a little gold, You would sail up the river, Tie your boat to the Black Stone, Build a leaf-hut, make a twig-fire, Gather mushrooms, drink spring-water, Live alone and sing to yourself For a year and a year and a year! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETURNED FROM THE WAR by HENRY ABBEY THE ALBION QUEENS, ACT 1: THE WONDER by JOHN BANKS (17TH CENTURY-) VERSES: IN PRAISE OF SACRED POESY by JOHN BYROM THANKS FOR A GIFT OF PHEASANTS by WILLIAM COWPER MOTLEY: PEACE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |