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Love and forgetting might have carried them / A little further up the mountain side / With night so near, but not much further up.
They must have halted soon in any case / With thoughts of the path back, how rough it was / With rock and washout, and unsafe in darkness; / When they were halted by a tumbled wall / With barbed-wire binding. They stood facing this, / Spending what onward impulse they still had / In one last look the way they must not go, / On up the failing path, where, if a stone / Or earthslide moved at night, it moved itself; / No footstep moved it. "This is all," they sighed, / "Good-night to woods. " But not so; there was more.