The Poetry Corner

The Wood Of Flowers (The Adventures Of Seumas Beg)

By James Stephens

I went to the Wood of Flowers (No one was with me); I was there alone for hours. I was happy as could be In the Wood of Flowers. There was grass on the ground, There were buds on the tree, And the wind had a sound Of such gaiety, That I was as happy As happy could be, In the Wood of Flowers.