@3When soft I lay in the mossy bed That swells to the foot of the hemlock-tree, In the pride of a lover's heart I said, "The sweet, green woods belong to me!" But the woodchuck gray and the brown-eyed doe And the chipmunk, rocked on the hazel stem, And the hare and the deermouse answered, "No!" -- The sweet, green woods belonged to them! Then the jack-in-the-pulpits, friends of youth, Looked archly out from their purpling hoods With an elfin laugh as they told the truth: "We@1 all @3belong to the sweet, green woods!"@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HUMAN ABSTRACT, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT by EDWARD LEAR CHRISTMAS BELLS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SARRAZINE'S SONG, FR. CHAITIVEL by MARIE DE FRANCE EXILED by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |