W. Wilfred Campbell - A Wood Lyric lyrics

Into the stilly woods I go, Where the shades are deep and the wind-flowers blow, And the hours are dreamy and lone and long, And the power of silence is greater than song. Into the stilly woods I go, Where the leaves are cool and the wind-flowers blow. When I go into the stilly woods, And know all the flowers in their sweet, shy hoods, The tender leaves in their shimmer and sheen Of darkling shadow, diaphanous green, In those haunted halls where my footstep falls, Like one who enters cathedral walls, A spirit of beauty floods over me, As over a swimmer the waves of the sea, That strengthens and glories, refreshens and fills, Till all mine inner heart wakens and thrills With a new and a glad and a sweet delight, And a sense of the infinite out of sight, Of the great unknown that we may not know, But only feel with an inward glow When into the great, glad woods we go. O life-worn brothers, come with me Into the wood's hushed sanctity, Where the great, cool branches are heavy with June, And the voices of summer are strung in tune; Come with me, O heart outworn, Or spirit whom life's brute-struggles have torn, Come, tired and broken and wounded feet, Where the walls are greening, the floors are sweet, The roofs are breathing and heaven's airs meet. Come, wash earth's grievings from out of the face, The tear and the sneer and the warfare's trace, Come where the bells of the forest are ringing, Come where the oriole's nest is swinging, Where the brooks are foaming in amber pools, The mornings are still and the noonday cools. Cast off earth's sorrows and know what I know, When into the glad, deep woods I go.