Though I’ve roamed through many places, None there is that my heart troweth Fair as that wherein fair groweth One whose laud here interlaces Tuneful words, that I’ve essayed. Let this tune be gently played Which my voice herward upraises.
“If it’s your mission to lure me into those tired woods, you will not succeed. It’s the wildness I want.”
Robert Coover
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