The Secret Joy
Mary Webb
Face to face with the sunflower,
Cheek to cheek with the rose,
We follow a secret highway
Hardly a traveller knows.
The gold that lies in the folded bloom
Is all our wealth;
We eat of the heart of the forest
With innocent stealth.
We know the ancient roads
in the leaf of a nettle,
And bathe in the blue profound
Of a speedwell petal.
