Roads

I’ll turn down the forest path, The narrow road and dark; You may race on the clean clear plain With sun and wind and lark. I’ll go down the forest ways, Stumbling with pain and fears; I’ll search out her shadowy heart, Though I see her face through tears. You may go where the sky is bright, But mine is the rain and hail; Mine is the dark and the unseen bird, Tangled wood and twisted trail.