James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

The Wood Of Flowers - Poem 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.


Comments about The Wood Of Flowers by James Stephens

  • Veteran Poet - 1,138 Points Margaret O Driscoll (5/12/2015 4:30:00 AM)

    Short and sweet, this poem conveys the need for solitude, at times! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2012



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