Lord Alfred Douglas

Here you will find the Poem The Green River of poet Lord Alfred Douglas

The Green River

I know a green grass path that leaves the field, 
And like a running river, winds along 
Into a leafy wood where is no throng 
Of birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yield 
Their music to the moon. The place is sealed, 
An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song, 
And all the unravished silences belong 
To some sweet singer lost or unrevealed. 
So is my soul become a silent place. 
Oh, may I wake from this uneasy night 
To find a voice of music manifold. 
Let it be shape of sorrow with wan face, 
Or Love that swoons on sleep, or else delight 
That is as wide-eyed as a marigold.