In the Woodlands

O, how the woods are fair, the fields are bright! As if they were a garden full of flowers; The air is filled with the sweet scent of delight, And every bird sings in the shady bowers. In the green depths where shadows blossom round, I walk beneath the silver rippling brook, I hear the crows in chorus harshly sound, And in the pond a lily opens like a book.

• Thomas Woolner