The Secret Way

The whole world like a bell heard echoingly. Words wonderful! I found a fairy bed And saw that which the wildwood let me see. (O Little Wind that brought me what it said!)

I know where a dove sits brooding in the dark Nested in leaves the quiet boughs among; And when the midnight falls I lean to mark Her home where a star is hung. The star, it doe...

In June the road to Kilbourn is a long green hall, A corridor of leafage pillared white By birches and with wild-rose patterns on the wall, And all melodious with the fluid fall...