Phil Stibbe

Geometers have got it wrong

The Hill by road lies parallel to woods

And yet from foot to crown

The path through woods is ne'er so steep nor long

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Geometers will have their way

When over-treading wide unwinds the path

And inconvenient trees

Obscure no more the view ahead of time

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It will not make them right to learn

Too late to let their children find the rhyme

That between the road and woods 

The times was in the passing, not the climb