as creeping ivy clings to wood

bosom'd high in tufted trees

dark behind it stood the forest

enter these enchanted woods if you dare

fade away into the forest dim

i hate that dreadful hollow behind that little wood

into the forests of the night

leading from somewhere to nowhere

oh dreamy gloomy friendly trees

quiet talks and summer walks

round earth's imagined corners

the secret magic of numbers

the sultan's turret in a noose of light

the voice of falling leaves

the woods are lovely dark and deep

when all the woods are still

where are those starry woods