Peeking Out From My Past--The Second.

The Forest.



In the forest, quiet and deep

Where some like to play, and others sleep

I like to sit and think awhile

Of thoughts and dreams that make me smile

And in the forest, dark and deep,

Where I like to think of things so sweet

There is a stream, a bubb’ling brook

In which I love to sit and look

Upon the lovely waterfall

And think not to be there at all

On eagle’s wings I fly away

To dream of things of coming days

For in the song of the bubb’ling brook

At whose waters it is a joy to look

Is a song of songs, a hymn of joy,

And Fantasy is a tink’ling toy.

A song of joy, soft and complete

For a dreamer-girl am I

And I love to lie, O dreamer I

In the forest, by the water’s side.