Evenings of Damask
The evenings of Damask are fallingÂ
The youth of truth chestÂ
Feeds a starlingÂ
With his heart.Â
A chosen man begged by the waysideÂ
A horse came soon and died before himÂ
And said eat.Â
The icy claws of earth are crawlingÂ
Upon my baby's brow and callingÂ
Please come home.Â
The boy unlike the man was smilingÂ
For gulleys, streams and hills would hide himÂ
Like a swan.Â
A vagabond, a weaver warriorÂ
Produced a loom, a cheese and chopperÂ
And said choose.Â
My sandled feet are fleet like waterÂ
I kiss the limbs is Earthess daughterÂ
A little tree.
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