The Dark Forest

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The Dark Forest

Dark is the forest and deep, and overhead

Hang stars like seeds of light

In vain, though not since they were sown was bred

Anything more bright.

And evermore mighty multitudes ride

About, nor enter in;

Of the other multitudes that dwell inside

Never yet was one seen.

The forest foxglove is purple, the marguerite

Outside is gold and white,

Nor can those that pluck either blossom greet

The others, day or night.