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He Mourns for the Change that has Come upon Him and His Beloved and Longs for the End of the World
| Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns? | | I have been changed to a hound with one red
ear; | | I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns, | | For somebody hid hatred and hope
and desire and fear | | Under my feet that they follow you night and day. | | A man with a hazel wand came
without sound; | | He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way; | | And now my calling is but the calling
of a hound; | | And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by. | | I would that the Boar without bristles had
come from the West | | And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky | | And lay in the darkness,
grunting, and turning to his rest. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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