Midway, this way of life we're bound upon
I woke to find myself in a dark wood
Where the right road was wholly lost and gone
Aye me, how hard to speak of it
That rude and rough and stubborn forest
The mere breath of memory
Stirs the old fear in the blood
But when at last
I stood beneath a steep hillside
Which closed that valley's wandering maze
Whose dread had pierced me to the heart root deep
Then I looked up
And saw the morning rays mantle its shoulder from that planet bright
Which guides men's feet aright
On all their ways
All their ways
