Lord alfred douglas autobiography example

I know a green grass path that leaves the field,
And like a running river, winds along
Into a leafy wood where is no throng
Of birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yield
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I have been through the woods to-day
And the leaves were falling,
Summer had crept away,
And the birds were not calling.
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I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face
All radiant and unshadowed of distress,
And as of old, in music measureless,
I heard his golden voice and marked him trace
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Alas ! I have lost my God,
My beautiful God Apollo.
Wherever his footst