In gathering mist, the path leads down
from grassy hill-top, sure-footed
through maze of bracken trails, confidently
skirting hidden rocks and slippery streams;
following its feet under darkening oaks
and complications of fallen leaves,
on shadowy tracks marked by broken stones
where ancient men walked in hope or fear;
Down to a field of sheep, a quiet evening sky,
A narrow church-yard lane, and lamp-lit streets.
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