A pathless walk did I take through
A wood, green and wet with fine dew.
Robins begun their morning songs;
The dawn dancing in orange and blue.
The time I knew not, short or long
Of the time I had walked along.
Through cedars and oaks, old and new;
Through sunlight and the forest’s calm
I wandered on ’til I came to
A lonely field of meadow-rue.
Though long ago, they are not far
In mid-day’s sleep, I see them all.