If you go too far wandering
Into the history of the woods
Beware the naked trillium
Lest they surround you
Don't put up a fight
With your lengthy speculations
When your breath is taken
Try to remain calm
As at the grave of peace
While their liturgy of light
Turns rosy and transparent
Lest you get struck dumb
With something too exalted
In your throat to speak
Such joy and purity
Blinding those eyes of yours
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