This is me, beneath the ray of dusk
Hid in the lea; a nether nest
Under the beholden eye;
The youngest, apple in the bower
And the bond; posterity
Thought forlorn, at home.
“Very well then”, said He, we remember —
“Into the hand that roams the earth;
But you do not touch the man”.
Neutral only as they may have been
Are crystal waters to life;
The message came of fire from God.
A tear looms in the inner self;
The three have just left.
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