Now, almost hid in trees, a little gate
Cheats us into the darkness of the wood.
We almost think the day is wearing late
So dreamy is the light that dwells around
And so refreshing is its sombre mood,
We feel at once shut out from sun and sky,
All the deliciousness of solitude.
While sauntering noiseless o'er the leafy ground
the air we breathe seems losing every trace
Of earth and all its trouble
|A garden gate that a child can manage and find enchanting|
|Pathways leading to magic places|
|A sunny woodland glade where fairies might be hiding|
|A path through the woods|