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 They know all wonders, for they pass

The towery gates of Gorias

And Findrias and Falias

And long-forgotten Murias,

Among the giant kings whose hoard

Cauldron and spear and stone and sword

Was robbed before Earth gave the wheat;

Wandering from broken street to street

They come where some huge watcher is

And tremble with their love and kiss.

They know undying things, for they

Wander where earth withers away,

Though nothing troubles the great streams

But light from the pale stars, and gleams

From the holy orchards, where there is none

But fruit that is of precious stone,

Or apples of the sun and moon.

What were our praise to them: they eat

Quiet's wild heart, like daily meat,

Who when night thickens are afloat

On dappled skins in a glass boat

Far out under a windless sky,

While over them birds of Aengus fly,

And over the tiller and the prow

And waving white wings to and fro 14