In this two-headed month
Look forward and behind
And see the land
Where the hills are kind
And sometimes end in houses;
One house in particular notice
Where love lives
With its two gardens
Vegetable and flower.
Here is a land to be explored,
Its forests are dark and dense
Except where spattered by drops of sunlight;
Here the end of all winding roads
May be found,
And ourselves if we wish.
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