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It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where,
One knows not whither nor why;
Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the cool rush of the air,
In the tall green fern at the brink
A Song of Enchantment I sang me there,
In a green — green wood, by waters fair,
Just as the words came up to me
I sang it under the wild wood tree
Widdershins turned I, singing it low,
Watching the wild birds come and go;
No cloud in the deep dark blue
Under the thick-thatched branches
Twilight came; silence came;
The planet of evening's silver flame;
By darkening paths I wandered through
Thickets trembling with drops of dew.
But the music is lost and the words are gone
Of the song that I sang as I sat alone,
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