The Dark Forest
DARK is the forest and deep, and overheadHang stars like seeds of lightIn vain, though not since they were sown was bredAnything more bright.
And evermore mighty multitudes rideAbout, nor enter in;Of the other multitudes that dwell insideNever yet was one seen.
The forest foxglove is purple, the margueriteOutside is gold and white,Nor can those that pluck either blossom greetThe others, day or night.
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