Songs of the woods, verses of those dear days Now gone, of that dear region which the hand Of smooth improvement almost hath erased, Songs of the woods, from out my heart ye sprang! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW RHYTHM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR |