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The path I followed
Looked so clear I thought it meant for me. Thus wound up hill And leaf-strewn slope, So caught in bloom And morning sound Too late I saw the path was lost In wandering, directionless imagining, At last to disappear in brier’s mire and hiding place. No more a pilgrim, I, Just another beast In endless circle wandering.
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