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 * Foam for beacon bear.

Hither, hither, if you will, Drink instruction, or instil, Run the woods like vernal sap, Crying, hail to luminousness!
 * But have care.

In yourself may lurk the trap: On conditions they caress. Here you meet the light invoked: Here is never secret cloaked. Doubt you with the monster's fry All his orbit may exclude; Are you of the stiff, the dry, Cursing the not understood; Grasp you with the monster's claws; Govern with his truncheon-saws; Hate, the shadow of a grain; You are lost in Westermain: Earthward swoops a vulture sun,