The Dark Forest

Dark is the forest and deep, and

Hang stars like seeds of

In vain, though not since they were sown was

Anything more bright.

And evermore mighty multitudes

About, nor enter in;

Of the other multitudes that dwell

Never yet was one seen.

The forest foxglove is purple, the

Outside is gold and white,

Nor can those that pluck either blossom

The others, day or night.