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001._ The Green Man

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The keeper of the forest
The guardian of the green
The spirit of the woodland world
The man who walks unseen
Through field and fell and leafy glade
Across the land of meadows-made
Breathing, blooming, ripe and red
From mountain top to riverbed
His crop of poison ivy hair
Curling in the springtime air
And in the thicket of his veins
Flows the sap of summer rain
With winter frost upon his skin
The seasons turn and twist within
The bramble-tangle of his mind
With eyes so calm, and cruel, and kind
He watches o'er the forest
And guards the growing green
The spirit of the woodland world
The man who walks unseen