We shall go no more to the woods, the laurels are felled. The Naiads enclustered, the Cupid-scroll, See the sunlight glisten in crystals held By the silent waves pouring from their bowl. The laurels are felled, and the lonely stag at bay Trembles to hear the horn; we shall go no more to the woods Where charming children laughed their lustihoods Under the eyes of lilies the tears of the sky had swelled. This was the laurel they cut, this the grass that lay. We shall go no more to the woods, the laurels are felled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS CAVALIER by ROBERT HERRICK SHADOWS: 2 by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ON THE DEATH OF WALLER by APHRA BEHN ELIJAH AND THE PRIESTS OF BAAL: IN A TIME OF FAMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ADDRESS TO HIS NATIVE VALE by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A 'FIRST IMPRESSION': TOKYO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |