Pale Sun

I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood
How shall I say what wood that was!
I never saw so drear, so arduous a wilderness!
Its very memory gives a shape to fear

How I came to it I cannot rightly say, so drugged and loose with sleep had I become when I first wandered there

My soul still fugitive to stare down that pass that none had ever left alive