DOWN through the forest to the river I wander. There are swans flying, Swans on the water, Duck, wild birds. Fairies live here; They know no sorrow. Birds, winds, They are the only people. If I could tell you the way to this place, You would sell your house and your land For silver or a little gold, You would sail up the river, Tie your boat to the Black Stone, Build a leaf-hut, make a twig-fire, Gather mushrooms, drink spring-water, Live alone and sing to yourself For a year and a year and a year! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICA: SONNET 2 by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO by EDWARD LEAR BEAUTY'S ARMOURY by AL-HADRAMI ST. AGNES' MORNING by MAXWELL ANDERSON THE LAY OF ST. ALOYS; A LEGEND OF BLOIS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONG OF THE DESERT LARK by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HANNAH MORE'S WORKS by ROBERT BURNS |