Somber
Dazed
With ravished hair
The maid went
Went about the woods
The thorns
Bled her feet
Drops of blood
And in that forest dread
No thunder roared
Nor heavy rains fell
Nor moon light penetrated
The thicket of bronze leaves
No, no, the drear was silent
There.
Yet
She went on and on
The maid with bleeding feet.
Somber
Dazed
With ravished hair.
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