There's a trail that leads To the wildwood's depths Where often I dream of thee, 'Neath the forest trees While the sun shines through And the wild birds sing to me. 'Tis a trail of love Where the wild flowers bloom, And the heart and soul are free; Thou canst tread on moss, Rest on balsam boughs, Where only the birds can see. The dreams of my heart Thou canst make come true If thou wilt but come with me To the wildwood's depths Where sly Cupid waits With his shafts and bow for thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WEIGHING THE BABY by ETHEL LYNN BEERS ON A TREE FALLEN ACROSS THE ROAD (TO HEAR US TALK) by ROBERT FROST AGAINST THEM WHO LAY UNCHASTITY TO THE SEX OF WOMAN by WILLIAM HABINGTON AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 5. THE INQUIRY by THOMAS HARDY MY MARYLAND by JAMES RYDER RANDALL DAFFODILS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE SORROW OF LOVE (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |