WE took it to the woods, we two, The book well worn and brown, To read his words where stirring leaves Rained their soft shadows down. Yet as we sat and breathed the scene, We opened not a page; Enough that he was with us there, Our silent, friendly sage! His fresh "Rhodora" bloomed again; His "Humble-bee" buzzed near; And oh, the "Wood-notes" beautiful He taught our souls to hear. So our unopened book was read; And so, in restful mood, We and our poet, arm in arm, Went sauntering through the wood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRUE UNTIL DEATH by ROBERT BURNS HOHENLINDEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL SONNET: 14. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF CATHERINE THOMASON by JOHN MILTON SHERIDAN'S RIDE [DECEMBER 19, 1864] by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ THE BOATMAN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOLLY TREE by ROBERT SOUTHEY WILD GEESE by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS |