1. First Series
The wet grains of sand
Cling to the hermit crab's legs.
His home goes with him,
And every beach he's wandered.
Good camouflage; lonely heart.
The great sea has wrought
A castle in the white cliffs
And a lonely arch;
If I could sail through that gate
Would you be waiting for me?
A friendless man walks
Further down his shadowed road
On the brightest days.
Three red rose hips blocked my way
And I chose another path.
I arose to find,
Trembling from thin stalks of grass,
Delicate white lace.
When you weave such tempting webs
How can we help stumbling in?
How many have trod
The old path through the thicket?
It is strewn with leaves
And no one knows where it ends.
The width is just right for two.
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