A Wood Cutter's Song

A child has eyes like dewberries; a child has cheeks like flame;
A child feels sudden love and hate, and sudden fear and shame.
I was a child when to the woods out of the womb I came.
The woods have aged, and so have I: I am as old as care;
My spirit is as dry as crust, my heart is cold and bare: —
Yet have I still a child's light laugh and still a child's strange stare.
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