Explore "A Little Window: Remembering" by Jean M. Snyder on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
("Locheven")
There is a spot in the woods / That is "forever England" to me.
A clump of beech trees / Steeped in silence, / Whose shade and solitude / Shuts me in with my dreams.
The sunshine slants through / Their limpid leaves / And turns them to translucent jade, / Just as it does in an English spring.
Violets are there, and I pluck them, / Remembering the bluebells / In the beech wood / At Sevenoaks.