The lord of the yeas and the nays
Was hunting through his days,
When he came upon a tree
In the middle road of Be,
Boldly in the centre it grew,
It said to the lord, you, too,
Said the lord of the yeas and the nays,
I am the one for three ways,
Το my left the yeas, to the right
The nays are the stays of my might,
But I shall look in this tree
That dares the middle of Be.
He climbed till he reached the leaves
That grew on the boughs in sheaves,
He searched through the mid-air bushes
Where the wind is sieved for thrushes,
But round the trunk they came
The hounds of ice and flame.
And baying loud their impatience
They shook the roots of the distance,
The leaves fell off on their haunches,
And tangled in a cage of branches,
A quarry of the yea and the nay,
Was the lord of the middle way.
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