“The raven woods I am passing by
Have creeky crafted distant shapes to spy-
Yellow glowing eyes show their forms of redness lie
Scattered in the midst of the night, among the wolves with baleful cry.
Shadow of light is too dark to catch sight
While everybody is black before the shadow of night.
The golden woods I am passing by
Have cheery lofted gentle trees too nigh-
Innocent glowing eyes show their forms of happiness high
Scattered in the fog of the day, among the ancient nymphs to make us lie.”