Life springs out from every spring that springs out of the heart of the hills in the guilded days of spring.
The woods were lovely, dark and deep
But I had promises to keep
And it was miles to go before I could sleep,,,,
The tides kept changing ,,,
And so did the traveler's leap
And even before I knew it ,,,
Was over with the rough and the steep !!
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