English poem
The Silent Country
by Thomas S. Jones (1882–1932)
Wave, wave sweet blooms of May and on your wings Bear me away with drowsy winnowings To some far twilight land where steals a stream From out the cool and soundless groves of Dream.
For in the Spring is such a bitter smart Even the thought of it will break my heart, So take me softly to a leafy bed Where I shall dream and dream you are not dead!