In the
forest
(Henrik
Hertz)
I walked
through the dark forest
all the
long summer’s day.
I led my
horse, the while my dog
at my
side did leap and play.
The
path it was so narrow,
and
not a soul came by,
and if
I called out, there was no reply.
I set out
from the highway,
where the
hill drops sharply down,
and
walked, my gun slung on my back
mongst
undergrowth and thorns.
The
path it was so narrow,
and
not a soul came by,
and if
I called out, there was no reply.
And all
the while alone I walked,
a sigh so
deep I sighed.
Oh
summer-tent, so high and cool,
where
does my sweetheart bide?
The
path it was so narrow,
and
not a soul came by,
and if
I called out, there was no reply.
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