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Watched the rise of the sea, watched it tower and fall, Ebb, and flow, and fail, and sink from the land again, Leaving the dead in its track, and silence over all. Then he gathered the bodies of men, gathered them one by one From the desolated land; and he built a mighty pyre, And he laid them side by side, wife, and father, and son. And there in the starlight pale he lit the funeral fire. And the smoke-wreath curled away; and over the moonlit sea It went, in the dead of night, till it came to the Isles in the West. And out of the smoke each man took the shape that he used to be; And there they dwell on the sunset's rim, in the Sunset roam and rest. |
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N the north is the strength of the wind, of the whirlÂwind ; In the south there are murmuring waters; The east has a caoine for its song; In the west is strengthless love.
The waters grow troubled and cease soon, But the wind is a-sway on the hills •Forever, forever. |
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