Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land.

When I had journeyed half of our life’s way,
I found myself within a shadowed forest,
for I had lost the path that does not stray.

and into the forest I go,
to lose my mind
and find my soul

And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul

And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.

But this is as a dream, — the plough has pass'd
Where the stag bounded, and the day has looked
On the green twilight of the forest-trees.
This Oak has no companion ! - - - -

I come to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home.

A song to the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long!

Old age is a peace of the deep forest.