The Heart of the Wood

My hope and my love,

we will go for a while into the wood,

scattering the dew,

where we will see the trout,

we will see the blackbird on its nest;

the deer and the buck calling,

the little bird that is sweetest

singing on the branches;

the cuckoo on the top of the fresh green;

and death will never come near us

for ever in the sweet wood.