THE HAUNTING ROAD
A little road runs in my dreams
A path beneath the trees,
A tantalizing way it seems
With promises that please.
I passed this little road o'mine
A dew-pearled summer day,
Invitingly it showed a sign,
That bade me stay.
I hastened on and gave no heed
To shade or perfumed solitude
Unwittingly I passed it by,—
An action rude.
A little road all woodland bound
Haunts me by day and night—
I smell its sweets; I hear its sounds
A memory of delight.
L'Envoi
O, little road, I beg,—
Out of your charm, forgive;
I'll pass you ne'er again
While I live.
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