Crossing the forest-tract
This evening
Laced with the mystery of the night
To come
And the encircling mist and fog
Of the bleak and harsh winter
When the chill in the air
I can mark,
I think to enjoy
The evening descending
Near the forest range,
Going the pathways,
Full of the mystery and myth
Of the forest deep,
But rather fascinated and tempted by,
I feel it better to move
To the ways
Leading to the archetypal village
With the farmland.
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