Chapter Twelve
_The lake is dull with the drifting mist,_ _And the shores are dim and blind;_ _And where is the way ahead, to-day,_ _And what of the path behind?_
_The lake is dull with the drifting mist,_ _And the shores are dim and blind;_ _And where is the way ahead, to-day,_ _And what of the path behind?_