In the Forest
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In the forest where those shadows roam,
The birds are singing tipsy songs,
And love is between the trees—
I chase the wild and free,
And all that is lost beside the road
Is borne away,—from sight,
But I know they have come.
I can hear them echo in my heart,
As I wonder why I walked
From shadow to light,
And swam in the wild.

• Edna St Vincent Millay