I cannot remember the names of roads and hills, I remember only where the wild flowers grow; By an old stone cellar there are daffodils And bluets where a pasture brook runs slow. I cannot remember which is east or west, I remember only where a lady's-slipper stood; And I recall arbutus, growing best Around a certain corner of a certain wood. I cannot remember the path that winds along there, I remember only a wild rose in the lane Where you cross by a thicket beyond the maidenhair, Past the place I found a gentian in the rain. |