Solitary walk in the quite wood

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 Solitary walk in the quite wood

Away, away far away

In a place from where I was

Too quite- a place this is all ways

Rather lonely a times when in the woods I passed

Still, still O’ wood

Not to interrupt you meditating.

The least a noise will make my foot

Thou’ over the dead-leaves it go strolling.

No wish, no greet I ask.

A company may be

Yet, gently will I pass

When even thy closest comrade don’t, how can me?

No worse it is to be in isolation

Than to shatter a deep meditation.