Daylight has faded
And the night is drawn up snug
Dark across the land
With the stars and moon above
Waning gibbous moon
Shine ye through the trees
Light my path and guide me home
By the chill winter breeze.
Frost on the grass
Was the mark of the morn
A shaft of golden sunlight
Lit the forest ferns
Softly tumbling mists
That blazed in golden glory
In the still golden ray
Woven through the wood
Straighter than an arrow's flight
Quieter than a still winter's night
Brings life to the mist
In gold touched winter wood
Where the green holds sway
Even now.
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