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 I think that every path we ever took Has marked our footprints in mysterious fire, Delicate gold that only fairies see. When they wake up at dawn in hollow tree-trunks And come out on the drowsy park, they look Along the empty paths and say, "Oh, here They went, and here, and here, and here! Come, see, Here is their bench, take hands and let us dance About it in a windy ring and make A circle round it only they can cross When they come back again!"…Look at the lake— Do you remember how we watched the swans That night in late October while they slept? ''Swans must haw stately dreams, I think. But now'' The lake bears only thin reflected lights ''That shake a little. How I long to take'' One from the cold black water—new-made gold ''To give you in your hand! And see, and see,'' There is a star, deep in the lake, a star!