Return,
Let us make of the day a Moving
Of shapes and Forms in the dust.
A Crawling let us be,
A slow and weary making of steps and paths
A long career on fragile, mending wings
Held together in wax
Which may
Break.
God, we shall return- I
Will come back fearfully into the courts
Of the High King,
Ard Rhys who shall look down
And pardon as he wishes.
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