Scribbles

in the land of gulls,

where the ships a coming,

there is a sailor sailing,

sailing on the billows of his heart

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A Bird flew into the world and said

"Show me what men do know."

The watchers upon the path He tread

were wary to tell Him so.

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Sweet were the songs of Aeonia

in the days when He sang.

When trees were new,

and the flourishing gardens of the Wight were young.

Sang He peace, then, in the breath of His children: the Wight-kind.

And while they worked sang He firmness, and in the rage of Prydien sighed He soberness, but hope flew in counterpoint under His song.

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Suliei Nosfimo, Cardri riRoskilo

Sulimo Cardrilo, Cardrilo Nosfimei

Cardrilo, Cardri riRoskei riNosfimo

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Quick was the Dawn of the Moon

and quicker the Flight of Her Phantoms.

But slow was the Earth so to love Her

and bitter the Gaze of the Stars.