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To toil me back from thee to my sole self!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is fam’d to do, deceiving elf.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now ’tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?
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Poetry: Warriors In The Wind
Posted by: Nyxks on Saturday, August 14, 2004 - 09:41 AM
Warriors In the Wind
There's a stirring, haunting laughter that drifts through the trees,
it plucks at the heart strings and makes you shake at the knees.
It's music to feed the soul and stir the power within,
it's the song carried by the Warriors in the Wind.
Go to the mountains to feel its delight.
Listen to the songs there is no greater might.
What do they say? When did they start?
They stir memories and power hidden in our primal man's heart.
You feel it when you breathe the cool mountain air,
when the season's first snow lands in your hair.
In the hunt when the signs say the quarry is there,
when you find dinner has been caught in your snare.
At sunrise, with the first shafts of light,
in the shadows around the fire in the darkening night.
When a new child is born into the clan,
when the boy loses the child and becomes a man.
When the spark of life ceases to be,
and the spirit is finally set free.
There is a lesson in the songs that can be told,
it's about how to live life in the wind warriors mold.
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