THE OUTLAW

Deep in the greenwood of my heart

My wild hounds race.

I cloak my soul at feast and mart,

I mask my face;

Outlawed, but not alone, for Truth

Is outlawed, too.

Proud world, you cannot banish us.

We banish you.

Go by, go by, with all your din,

Your dust, your greed, your guile,

Your gold, your thrones can never win —

From Her — one smile.

She sings to me in a lonely place,

She takes my hand.

I look into her lovely face

And understand....

Outlawed, but not alone, for Love

Is outlawed, too.

You cannot banish us, proud world.

We banish you.

Now which is outlawed, which alone?

Around us fall and rise

Murmurs of leaf and fern, the moan

Of Paradise.

Outlawed? Then hills and woods and streams

Are outlawed, too!

Proud world, from our immortal dreams,

We banish you.