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To all in the village I seemed, no doubt, / To go this way and that way, aimlessly.
But here by the river you can see at twilight / The soft-winged bats fly zig-zag here and there --
They must fly so to catch their food.
And if you have ever lost your way at night, / In the deep wood near Miller's Ford, / And dodged this way and now that, / Wherever the light of the Milky Way shone through, / Trying to find the path, / You should understand I sought the way / With earnest zeal, and all my wanderings / Were wanderings in the quest.