Where sunshine flecks the green, <br />Through towering woods my way <br />Goes winding all the day. <br /> <br />Scant are the flowers that bloom <br />Beneath the bosky screen <br />And cage of golden gloom. <br />Few are the birds that call, <br />Shrill-voiced and seldom seen. <br /> <br />Where silence masters all, <br />And light my footsteps fall, <br />The whispering runnels only <br />With blazing noon confer; <br />And comes no breeze to stir <br />The tangled thickets lonely.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-forest/
