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Edith Nesbit - The Way Of The Wood
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WHERE baby oaks play in the breeze 
    Among wood-sorrel and fringed fern, 
Through the green garments of the trees 
    The quivering shafts of sunlight burn, 


And all along the wet green ride 
    The dripping hazel-boughs between, 
The spotted orchis, stiff with pride, 
    Stands guard before the eglantine. 


Sweet chestnuts droop their long, sharp leaves 
    By knotted tree roots, mossed and brown, 
Round which the honeysuckle weaves 
    Its scented golden wild-wood crown. 


O wood, last year you saw us meet, 
    For her your leaves and buds were gay, 
Your moss spread velvet for her feet. 
    Your flowers upon her bosom lay. 


This year you wear your raiment bright, 
    As fair as ever yet you wore. 
And, none the less, the world`s delight 
    Walks in your ways no more, no more.
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