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I wouldn’t dream of ever following this trail

If I was seen it was a hollow self and frail

Under that sheening of her hair about the wind

And I am clean feeling the air upon my skin

Follow that gleaming to the hallow of this field

Cathedrals greening in the hallow of these trees

Offering me on the all hallow of my knees

And I am free on this the hallowest of eves

This whistled lore

Is now a hum

This thistled floor

Now smooth and spun

This listening shore

Is now undone

This glistening chorus

Is now a drum

To feel the cold dirt in the clawing of my toes

Tear off my old shirt or the shawl that is my clothes

My step’s most surely in the footfall of the host

In glowing turf there is a healing in the smoke

Perhaps you’ve seen them only then you’ve just believed

And when they’re fleeing then you feel you’ve been deceived

But in that feeling something ancient’s been retrieved

And in the meantime something new’s being conceived

And now the glowing in the halo of the moon

Rising so slowly in the palest of the gloom

The heel and toe now moving closer through the foam

Pulling the flow of all the waves of ocean home

The oak the ash the thorny apple in the breeze

Pale glow of lichen phosphorescent silver green

No thorny crown no iron nails hung in the trees

Only these sounds sung on this hallowest of eves

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