"WILL you not walk the woods with me? The shafts of sunlight burn On many a golden-crested tree And many a russet fern. The Summer`s robe is dyed anew, And Autumn`s veil of mist Is gemmed with little pearls of dew Where first we met and kissed." "I will not walk the woodlands brown Where ghosts and mists are blown, But I will walk the lonely down And I will walk alone. Where Night spreads out her mighty wing And dead days keep their tryst, There will I weep the woods of Spring Where first we met and kissed."SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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