In Silent Groves

In Silent Groves written by William Henry Davies

From "The Bird of Paradise", 1914

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My walk is now in silent groves,
With grass and moss beneath my feet;
Which no true poet minds can leave
Until inspired with fancies sweet.
So quiet there that you can hear
Grasshoppers in the grass so green;
The insect-cuckoos that will call,
And still remain unseen.

In silent groves, where lovers go
To tell those dreams when they confess
That love that's jealous of the air,
And whispers in a wilderness.
There's no black scandal in these groves —
The foul disease that still breaks forth
In other parts, as fast as one
Weak part is healed by Truth.

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