Stranger, wandering this wood,
Come share my fire.
Share crumbs of traveler’s food
And tales. Come nigher.
I know the trail you take
By mere and mire.
I’ve seen the cliff and lake,
With dawn afire.
Through this enchanted wood
Leads but one trail.
Richly or roughshod
Or armed in mail,
Seeking crust of bread
Or Holy Grail,
All travelers are led;
All travelers come
By this trail, home.