The
great highways of life are fair,
And doubtless they must be,
But
greater charm has solitude –
A
sheltered path down through the wood
Give me.
The
oceans and the dotted seas
Where the ships sail to and fro
Are
great and fair, but let me dream
Beside
the small, sequestered stream
I know.
Nov.
13, ‘08
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