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DEEP in the greenwood of my heart
My wild hounds race.
I cloak my soul at feast and mart,
I mask my face;
Outlawed, but not alone, for Truth
Is outlawed, too.
Proud world, you cannot banish us.
We banish you.
Go by, go by, with all your din,
Your dust, your greed, your guile,
Your gold, your thrones can never win—
From Her—one smile.
She sings to me in a lonely place,
She takes my hand.
I look into her lovely face
And understand....
Outlawed, but not alone, for Love
Is outlawed, too.
You cannot banish us, proud world.
We banish you.
Now which is outlawed, which alone?
Around us fall and rise
Murmurs of leaf and fern, the moan
Of Paradise.
Outlawed? Then hills and woods and streams
Are outlawed, too!
Proud world, from our immortal dreams,
We banish you.
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