Slept arcane to spin through hallways
Now virgin trees see it’s beam
Crept restless to stream in metric speed
Vain with hope, two have seen

Drink in haste sweet gypsy
Labour for the grave’s foreknown spell

Born branches stretch incarnate streets
Ripe with fool’s eerie words
Faye’s Treesong lays two drunk trails
Sweeping deep in the ferns

Hands hold on,
Hush your foreign hymn,
In fields, Earth will bow if your hands hold on


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