There's a trail that leads To the wildwood's depths Where often I dream of thee, 'Neath the forest trees While the sun shines through And the wild birds sing to me. 'Tis a trail of love Where the wild flowers bloom, And the heart and soul are free; Thou canst tread on moss, Rest on balsam boughs, Where only the birds can see. The dreams of my heart Thou canst make come true If thou wilt but come with me To the wildwood's depths Where sly Cupid waits With his shafts and bow for thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORECLOSURE by STERLING ALLEN BROWN ALCAICS: TO H. F. BROWN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FRIAR JEROME'S BEAUTIFUL BOOK; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH VELLEN THE TREE by WILLIAM BARNES THE COLOSSI OF THE PLAIN by MATHILDE BLIND THE LAND by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |