- Jerico
Jerico, Jerico,
Round and round the walls I go
Where they watch with scornful eyes,
Where the captained bastions rise;...
- Hrolf's Thrall, His Song
There be five things to a man's desire:
Kine flesh, roof-tree, his own fire,
Clean cup of sweet wine from goat's hide,
And through dark night one to lie beside....
- Acceptance
I cannot think nor reason,
I only know he came
With hands and feet of healing
And wild heart all aflame....