I remember the sunlight
And a great wind blowing;
A god who answered me,
leaning out from the high stars;
A star that shone for me,
A voice that spoke to me,
A hawk that guided me,
A shield that sheltered me;
And a clear way to the gate
Where they wait for me,
Where surely they wait for me?
The day wanes,
The wind dies.
They are gone the bright ones.
Only I remain.
What use to call to me
Who have neither shield nor star?
What use to kneel to me
Who am only the shadow
of her shadow?
Of a star that fell
Long ago
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