It was a day of sun and rain, Uncertain as a child's quick moods; And I shall never pass again So blithe a day among the woods. The forest knew you and was glad, And laughed for very joy to know Her child was with her; then, grown sad, She wept, because her child must go. And you would spy and you would capture The shyest flower that lit the grass; The joy I had to watch your rapture Was keen as even your rapture was. The forest knew you and was glad, And laughed and wept for joy and woe. This was the welcome that you had Among the woods of Fontainebleau. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR A BALLADE OF SUICIDE by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON NATIONALITY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN by THOMAS HARDY MY LITTLE GIRL by SAMUEL MINTURN PECK OF MAN'S MORTALITY by SIMON WASTELL |