Somewhere a sweet face and kind,—

Somewhere shelter and a friend

Waiting at the journey’s end.

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THE FOREST

Far away to hills of blue,

Far

Sunlit pastures, uplands wide,

Ways familiar, homes we knew,

Round us lay on every side

Save on one; on one alone,

Where the ancient forest spread,

Paths began with ends unknown,

Twilight loomed in daylight’s stead.

Soft as waves of summer seas

Flowing on a lonely strand,

Rolled along that wall of trees

Shining waves of meadow-land;{24}

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Bright as founts of lighted spray

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