The Way Through The Woods

"Yet, if you enter the woods

Of a summer evening late,

When the night-air cools o n the trout-ringed pools

Where the otter whistles his mate.

(They fear not men in the woods,

Because they see so few)

You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

Steadily cantering through

The misty solitudes,

As though they perfectly knew

The old lost road through the woods….

But there is no road through the woods." 

Rudyard Kipling