PATHS THAT WIND...

By Richard Le Gallienne

Paths that wind

O'er the hills and by the streams

I must leave behind —

Dawns and dews and dreams.

Trails that go

Through the woods and down the slopes

To the vale below;

Done with fears and hopes,

I must wander on

Till the purple twilight ends,

Where the sun has gone —

Faces, flowers and friends.