Echoes from Vagabondia

by Bliss Carman


 

A WOOD-PATH


 

AT evening and at morning
By an enchanted way
I walk the world in wonder,
And have no word to say.

It is the path we traversed

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One twilight, thou and I;
Thy beauty all a rapture,
My spirit all a cry.

The red leaves fall upon it,
The moon and mist and rain,

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But not the magic footfall
That made its meaning plain.