In dreams I've seen a Golden Wood
That holds the Riddles of the World
And I've trod upon a Hidden Path
To which shadowed strangers often have
Lead me to its Gate.
Strange sights I saw while all alone
Like candle light encased in stone
And heard I laughs and music low
Which lead me to where I did not know
For I had wandered off the Path.
Then an unknown voice did Call to me
From the bowers of the shaded Trees
A stranger's voice, yet one I knew
And I ran through the grass and sleepy dew
Just to find that Voice.
----Amalthea of the Children of Twilight



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