What's this? a wood-What's that? one calleth,
Calleth and cryeth in mortal dread-
He hears men strive-then somewhat falleth!-
"Help me, neighbor-I'm hard bestead."
The dream is strong-the voice he knoweth-
But when he would run, his feet are fast,
And death lies beyond, and no man goeth
To help, and he says the time is past.
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