What lane is this
Lost in these soft folds of green?
Who wove your way
Wandering around yonder bend?
Bedecked with fully unfurled fern,
The mossy trail trails away ...
A solemn silence, save
Sweet sound of bird unseen

Who trampled your way
Leg-worn and weary,
Wandering homeward 
With flock or herd?

This sunken cottage overgrown -
Tumbled timbers
Sagging stone
The welcome-worn doorstep you
So well knew has mossy grown

What air is this -
Gently blown on summer blue?
Breathing deep the heavy dew
This morning light, sun-ray bright
Misted beams beckon beyond
This lane,
The heaving hill
I must clamber o'er.

This lane I must follow also
For tomorrow I may know not .