In the midst of the shaded woodland <br />Where the air was cooled <br />And the pathway drowned, <br />By the waves of the sweeping ferns, <br />I stood alone. <br />Then through the canopy of emerald <br />That held a thousand songs, <br />And rustled within the wind <br />Of an August breath, <br />The sun shone through. <br />And the sunbeams of light <br />Did fall around my feet, <br />Like shafts of gold, <br />That lay upon the dry, <br />Decaying leaves <br />Of the autumn fall.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-midst-of-the-shaded-woodland/
