The Wood

His feet carry him into the wood,

As they had yesterday,

As they had so often and again.

He did not know what had been lost,

He did not know if it would be found again.

Fairie glamour, or dream, or both,

That guide his steps,

To carry him

Into the wood.

Here he may catch a passin

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