Pathways

 

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Understand, I’ll slip quietly

away from the noisy crowd

when I see the pale

stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.

I’ll pursue solitary pathways

through the pale twilit meadows,

with only this one dream:

- Rainer Maria Rilke

The Garden

 

These autumn gardens, russet, gray and brown,

The sward are shriveled foliage strown

The shrubs and trees

By weary wings of sunshine overflown

 - Trumbull Stickney

The Bench

The woods are lovely, dark and deep;

But I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep