Forever in the sweet wood

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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. By Lady Augusta Gregory

Note: Lady Gregory was a major figure in the Irish Literary Revival, also known as the Celtic Twilight, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Poem from The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Kiltartan Poetry Book by Lady Gregory.

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