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Wed, 16 Sep 2009
In the New Forest (for a moment) found in England and written by the Wonderful Alfred Noyes

About the wonderful picture below; the one time royal forest of Sherwood, the legenary home of Robin Hood. It comprised 100,000 acres of lush woodland. Out of this in the seventeeth century was formed Thoresby Park of 2,000 acres, and Clumber with an average of 3,400; yet there are still many unbroken miles of beautiful woodlands and the venerable oaks, of which the Major Oak near Edwinstowe is the mightiest.
 SHERWOOD
 
The Major
Oak, Sherwood

Sherwood by The Amazing Alfred Noyes (who else!)
[This well-known early 20th century poem captures the magic of the Robin Hood legend. In addition to this ditty, Noyes also produced a play about Robin Hood.]
SHERWOOD
    Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?
    Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake,
    Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,
    Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.

    Robin Hood is here again: all his merry thieves
    Hear a ghostly bugle-note shivering through the leaves,
    Calling as he used to call, faint and far away,
    In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

    Merry, merry England has kissed the lips of June:
    All the wings of fairyland were here beneath the moon,
    Like a flight of rose-leaves fluttering in a mist
    Of opal and ruby and pearl and amethyst.

    Merry, merry England is waking as of old,
    With eyes of blither hazel and hair of brighter gold:
    For Robin Hood is here again beneath the bursting spray
    In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

    Love is in the greenwood building him a house
    Of wild rose and hawthorn and honeysuckle boughs:
    Love is in the greenwood, dawn is in the skies,
    And Marian is waiting with a glory in her eyes.

    Hark! The dazzled laverock climbs the golden steep!
    Marian is waiting: is Robin Hood asleep?
    Round the fairy grass-rings frolic elf and fay,
    In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

    Oberon, Oberon, rake away the gold,
    Rake away the red leaves, roll away the mould,
    Rake away the gold leaves, roll away the red,
    And wake Will Scarlett from his leafy forest bed.

    Friar Tuck and Little John are riding down together
    With quarter-staff and drinking-can and grey goose-feather.
    The dead are coming back again, the years are rolled away
    In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

    Softly over Sherwood the south wind blows.
    All the heart of England his in every rose
    Hears across the greenwood the sunny whisper leap,
    Sherwood in the red dawn, is Robin Hood asleep?

    Hark, the voice of England wakes him as of old
    And, shattering the silence with a cry of brighter gold
    Bugles in the greenwood echo from the steep,
    Sherwood in the red dawn, is Robin Hood asleep?

    Where the deer are gliding down the shadowy glen
    All across the glades of fern he calls his merry men--
    Doublets of the Lincoln green glancing through the May
    In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day--

    Calls them and they answer: from aisles of oak and ash
    Rings the Follow! Follow! and the boughs begin to crash,
    The ferns begin to flutter and the flowers begin to fly,
    And through the crimson dawning the robber band goes by.

    Robin! Robin! Robin! All his merry thieves
    Answer as the bugle-note shivers through the leaves,
    Calling as he used to call, faint and far away,
    In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day. 

Alfred Noyes (18801958), English poet.

He was born in Wolverhampton, England, the son of Alfred and Amelia Adams Noyes.
He attended Exeter College, Oxford, leaving before he had earned a degree.

 
In 1907, he married Garnett Daniels, who died in 1926. Noyes taught English literature at Princeton University from 1914 until 1923. Noyes later converted to Roman Catholicism and wrote about his conversion in The Unknown God (1934).

Noyes later married Mary Angela Mayne Weld-Blundell, who had first married into the old recusant CatholicWeld-Blundell family.
They settled at Lisle Combe, near Ventnor, Isle of Wight and had three children: Hugh, Veronica, and Margaret.
His younger daughter married Michael Nolan (later Lord Nolan) in 1953.

Alfred Noyes died at the age of 77.
His grave is at Freshwater, Isle of Wight.

A wonderful web site that will tell you all
about the Major Oak is here
www.EYEMEAD.com
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