Midway upon the journey of our life,
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
.
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.
So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
Speak will I of the other things I saw there.
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