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Edith Nesbit - Through The Wood
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THROUGH the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood, 
    Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago; 
Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood 
    In my heart reflected, because I loved you so. 


Through the wood, the chill wood, the brown wood, the bare wood, 
    I alone went lonely no later than last year, 
What had thinned the branches, and wrecked my dear and fair wood, 
    Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose-thorns sere? 


Through the wood, the dead wood, the sad wood, the lone wood, 
    Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and grey, 
You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood 
    All our own--and withered as ever a flower of May.
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