Blason
The rounder sits in the foreground
to the mountain, and two others
are her friends.
None of the three compare
to the two churches,
And the main flow
stop at the sound of her voice.
Blasoner
They are blue-green
but bright. In these
I cannot fully tell;
They may be
A light brown or gray.
Pastoral
Sheep; lay in the field, I will be gone
for only a moment to you. Perhaps some
may realize among the more thought-filled
that I have gone.
(Dialogues of the remaining)
By morning I had found you,
found the lost one, was it the first
that had been lost?
The harmattan sails and sets sails;
not all of the teeth eat in to the sand,
run for whichever can become into shelter.
Not a tune for death,
Or the hearing of a crime;
The only trial
is with "clov'n heel".
Alba
For the dead can never wake, to leave
Wait, what can they leave of wooden plank
And what may remain of hand or rib bone
Allow a keaper dominion over
Dust and small particles that slip the sieve
Not for the sleep that we miss
For continuing our actions and these
Lead the day awfully.
If the day goes, and we, too far
Apart cannot by grace above
Come at night by the poor guard's love,
Wait the afternoon patiently
for dusk to give an only star.
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