Dear Woods
Dear Woods
Th're hath passed the mist
Inh'rit'd from hills, riv'rs
Did sanctify mine own thoughts
Hath broken apart mine own desp'rations
Thus soul'd me up
Twast the same woods
Which did murmur in mine own cogitations
At each moment...
Wanteth to liveth rest of mine own life
With the silence of woods
Still passes the mist
Nev'r end'd mine own desire
Madeth me feeleth alive
As mine own lief pant me high-lone
Still, wouldst I remaineth in woods until mine own soul rests