The wild and windy storm
That couched us in its arms
The cradle soft and warm
Disarm the inevitable
Beneath our shaded lids
We hid on triumph's hill
Beneath the undermountain
The caves drip dark and deep
In long-forgotten fountains
And we are a reclused people
And the stars in the lost sky
Are our church steeple
Sunday, May 22, 2005
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