Author Anna Wickham I walked when the wood was full of minstrelsy. A pretty prince came down to talk with me. He spoke so kindly, and quite loud: Then he was gone, quick as high cloud. That he came here is such a happy thing, I sit quite still in the wood and sing. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments