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WE'LL GO NO MORE THE WOODLAND WAY by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE

Last Line: WE'LL GO NO MORE THE WOODLAND WAY, THE LAUREL-LEAVES ARE CLIPT.
Subject(s): FORESTS; NATURE; WOODS;
WE'LL go no more the woodland way, the laurel-leaves are clipt,
The little cupids in the pool, the naiads on the sill
Behold again the sunlit wave where beam and shadow dipt
On waters poured from cups they held, now silent grown and still.
The laurel-leaves are clipt, and the weary stag at bay
Now trembles at the sounding horn; we'll go no more astray
Where troops of lovely children once went frolicking their fill
Beneath the glance of lilies dewy-eyed and dewy-lipt.
Behold the scythe that shears the grass, the shattered leaves that spill!
We'll go no more the woodland way, the laurel-leaves are clipt.



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