English poem
Envoi
by Humbert Wolfe (1885–1940)
Past Buckhurst Hill the motor-bus Takes and shakes the three of us. When first we went, there were but two In Epping Forest, I and you.
That summer as I understand A forester from fairyland Set a notice up, “No road,” By the ways our feet had trod.
No one came and no one knew, When the spring returned and blue Flowers burned, how deep behind Burned the blossoms of the mind.
No one guessed and no one heard How beyond the singing bird, Some one sang in solitude In the wood within the wood.
No one watched the years go by (Not even you, not even I), In the wood alone apart Green and waiting in the heart.
Till last week the forester Heard a little footstep stir, Took his notice down and smiled At the coming of a child.
Conquering the solitude A child is laughing in the wood. Past Buckhurst Hill the motor-bus Takes us back the three of us.