Beneath the verdant woodland shade,
Where flowers brightly bloom,
I wander in the fragrant glade,
Dissolving care and gloom.

The fluttering wings of summer come,
To tarry for a while.
The songs of birds, though far from home,
Sing sweet in nature’s style.

Oh, let me lose myself in peace,
Where every beauty stirs;
In nature’s hand my burdens cease,
In gentle memory purrs.

• Joyce Kilmer