Can you follow the hounds,
Though you leave the trail?
You lift; you are the world-edge.
Do not speak;
You burden the trees.
You are useless.
I thought I would be the last;
Now am I the power.
If I should tell you,
What note shall we pitch?
I will tear the full flowers
White, silver and the dark-hammered in.
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