I dislike to go home, I wish it were May.{67}

{67}

Here’s a place I adore, this tender dark wood.

It’s a source of delight, and if one only could

Just come here and visit awhile every day,

’Twould charm every heartache one has quite away.

This path has surprises at every bend.

This log has been here since I can’t tell you when.

We just walk around or climb over this way,

’Twould spoil the whole scene if they took it away.

This tree has been tired standing up long ago

’Twas March, the old roughneck, gave it the last blow.

It looks like a man-contrived arch o’er a drive,

The vines will cling round it and keep it alive.

I’m tired. Let’s go back, we’ve come a long way

I dislike to go home, I wish it were May.

{68}

Winter Woods

WOULD you like to walk to Elm Court

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