...This path leads into dark...      In shrouding veil of thickening dusk,   In the caress of darkening woods   There winds my path, narrow and fading       Let this twilight linger upon me   Moon and stars take over when sun has fled   And bring her scent to me      May the blowing of winds cease   And all birds fall silent from singing   May the dreary waters lay still   And hands of time stop turning      So in forms of evening mist   I can feel her slender grace   In shades of deep green   I can drown in her tender eyes      What a cruel world left for me to roam alone   These journeys are filled with craving, these moments with loss      Neither the glittering dew on moors, nor the the whispering wind in dales   But only these shadows of green can remind me of her