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—“I dreamed about a wood⁠ ⁠… an autumn red

Of beech-trees big as mountains. Down between⁠—

The first thing that I saw⁠—a clearing spread,

Deep down, oh, very deep. Like some ravine

Or like a well it sank, that forest green

Under its weight of forest⁠—more remote

Than one ship in a landlocked sea afloat.