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Nature's pleasures |
Do I regret the past? Would I live it over again? What was lost? The joy the anguish; Is it better not to be me? The brook returned in swaying curents and rounded banks. Will I be guided to where wild animals live? Like a stag caught out of the wood in the glen for hunter's prey; I will be lost and taken. How green are the fields for locking antlers and steady bow and arrow. How wrong is the hunt? Where is the oldest stag? I go along upward until I reach the Wall. So again the question is dealt. How many leaves have fallen? How many will fall before there are no more? ~~~ <^> |