Tuesday, April 10, 2018


There is a place in the deep green woods
And I must go back there again someday,
To the mossy stone beside the cold stream
That carries all my proud words away;
There is a place in the laurel’s shade
Far from the world’s mad toil and fray,
Away and apart, unmapped, unmarked,
And when I return next time, I’ll stay.

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