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er the lakes	A
And floating fields from the farm in the cup of the vales	B
Gliding windless through the hand folded flakes	A
The pale breath of cattle at the stealthy sail	C
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And the stars falling cold	D
And the smell of hay in the snow and the far owl	E
Warning among the folds and the frozen hold	D
Flocked with the sheep white smoke of the farm house cowl	E
In the river wended vales where the tale was told	D
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Once when the world turned old	D
On a star of faith pure as the drifting bread	F
As the food and flames of the snow a man unrolled	F
The scrolls of fire that burned in his heart and head	F
Torn and alone in a farm house in a fold	F
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Of fields And burning then	G
In his firelit island ringed by the winged snow	H
And the dung hills white as wool and the hen	G
Roosts sleeping chill till the flame of the cock crow	H
Combs through the mantled yards and the morning men	G
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Stumble out with their spades	I
The cattle stirring the mousing cat stepping shy	J
The puffed birds hopping and hunting the milkmaids	I
Gentle in their clogs over the fallen sky	J
And all the woken farm at its white trades	I
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He knelt he wept he prayed	F
By the spit and the black pot in the log bright light	F
And the cup and the cut bread in the dancing shade	F
In the muffled house in the quick of night	F
At the point of love forsaken and afraid	F
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He knelt on the cold stones	I
He wept form the crest of grief he prayed to the veiled sky	J
May his hunger go howling on bare white bones	I
Past the statues of the stables and the sky roofed sties	I
And the duck pond glass and the blinding byres alone	K
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Into the home of prayers	I
And fires where he should prowl down the cloud	F
Of his snow blind love and rush in the white lairs	I
His naked need struck him howling and bowed	F
Though no sound flowed down the hand folded air	L
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But only the wind strung	M
Hunger of birds in the fields of the bread of water tossed	F
In high corn and the harvest melting on their tongues	I
And his nameless need bound him burning and lost	F
When cold as snow he should run the wended vales among	M
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The rivers mouthed in night	F
And drown in the drifts of his need and lie curled caught	F
In the always desiring centre of the white	F
Inhuman cradle and the bride bed forever sought	F
By the believer lost and the hurled outcast of light	F
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Deliver him he cried	F
By losing him all in love and cast his need	F
Alone and naked in the engulfing bride	F
Never to flourish in the fields of the white seed	F
Or flower under the time dying flesh astride	F
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Listen The minstrels sing	N
In the departed villages The nightingale	C
Dust in the buried wood flies on the grains of her wings	I
And spells on the winds of the dead his winter's tale	C
The voice of the dust of water from the withered spring	N
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Is telling The wizened	F
Stream with bells and baying water bounds The dew rings	I
On the gristed leaves and the long gone glistening	N
Parish of snow The carved mouths in the rock are wind swept strings	I
Time sings through the intricately dead snow drop Listen	O
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It was a hand or sound	F
In the long ago land that glided the dark door wide	F
And there outside on the bread of the ground	F
A she bird rose and rayed like a burning bride	F
A she bird dawned and her breast with snow and scarlet downed	F
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Look And the dancers move	P
On the departed snow bushed green wanton in moon light	F
As a dust of pigeons Exulting the grave hooved	F
Horses centaur dead turn and tread the drenched white	F
Paddocks in the farms of birds The dead oak walks for love	Q
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The carved limbs in the rock	R
Leap as to trumpets Calligraphy of the old	F
Leaves is dancing Lines of age on the stones weave in a flock	R
And the harp shaped voice of the water's dust plucks in a fold	F
Of fields For love the long ago she bird rises Look	S
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And the wild wings were raised	F
Above her folded head and the soft feathered voice	I
Was flying through the house as though the she bird praised	F
And all the elements of the slow fall rejoiced	F
That a man knelt alone in the cup of the vales	I
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In the mantle and calm	T
By the spit and the black pot in the log bright light	F
And the sky of birds in the plumed voice charmed	F
Him up and he ran like a wind after the kindling flight	F
Past the blind barns and byres of the windless farm	U
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In the poles of the year	V
When black birds died like priests in the cloaked hedge row	H
And over the cloth of counties the far hills rode near	V
Under the one leaved trees ran a scarecrow of snow	H
And fast through the drifts of the thickets antlered like deer	V
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Rags and prayers down the knee	W
Deep hillocks and loud on the numbed lakes	I
All night lost and long wading in the wake of the she	W
Bird through the times and lands and tribes of the slow flakes	I
Listen and look where she sails the goose plucked sea	W
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The sky the bird the bride	F
The cloud the need the planted stars the joy beyond	F
The fields of seed and the time dying flesh astride	F
The heavens the heaven the grave the burning font	F
In the far ago land the door of his death glided wide	F
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And the bird descended	F
On a bread white hill over the cupped farm	U
And the lakes and floating fields and the river wended	F
Vales where he prayed to come to the last harm	U
And the home of prayers and fires the tale ended	F
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The dancing perishes	W
On the white no longer growing green and minstrel dead	F
The singing breaks in the snow shoed villages of wishes	W
That once cut the figures of birds on the deep bread	F
And over the glazed lakes skated the shapes of fishes	W
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Flying The rite is shorn	X
Of nightingale and centaur dead horse The springs wither	Y
Back Lines of age sleep on the stones till trumpeting dawn	Z
Exultation lies down Time buries the spring weather	Y
That belled and bounded with the fossil and the dew reborn	X
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For the bird lay bedded	F
In a choir of wings as though she slept or died	F
And the wings glided wide and he was hymned and wedded	F
And through the thighs of the engulfing bride	F
The woman breasted and the heaven headed	F
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Bird he was brought low	H
Burning in the bride bed of love in the whirl	A2
Pool at the wanting centre in the folds	W
Of paradise in the spun bud of the world	F
And she rose with him flowering in her melting snow	H

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