Barefoot

Barefoot in the woods of world All marred by callous hands of time This life devoured the heart itself That heaved and moaned in land of time On thorns of life on ways all curled Composed a lonesome forlorn rhyme Such wounds that no balm ever heal And green than Greenland were they all A silence as their lips has sealed In them and world was unseen wall The woods were deep and brimmed with love With thousands larks and cuckoos songs But O that in heart dreams and Dove Were withering with the pain for long O may that they sing songs of glee ! O may they roam in mirthful hills! O may Thy watery falls can see! The scars of wheels of watermills ! O may that for once YOU can see! The Pains that ate the hearts of all The piercing thorns that soul can see On which the fainted heart there fall All gloom , unrest, all unhealed wounds May sooth them winds of far off wood The woods that not on land of sound In heart of hills and lands they should That woods wherest we sleep in Glee Far and far off from hands of time In shady haunts where soul will flee And in vain will sing bands of Time