Osire, I dreamed
You danced with greaves
Afire (it seemed)
At Acre, or leaves
In Caen gave on
A peregrine:
Coal under plume
Penumbrally seen.
That phoenix watched.
Rood and gate
Embered and percht
His spreaded weight.
Sire, flee this shadow.
I grass his meadow.
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