A Wood-path
At evening and at morning By an enchanted way I walk the world in wonder, And have no word to say. It is the path we traversed One twilight, thou and I; Thy beauty all a rapture, My spirit all a cry. The red leaves fall upon it, The moon and mist and rain, But not the magic footfall That made its meaning plain.
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