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 Follow the Romany patteran Sheer to the Austral Light, Where the besom of God is the wild South wind, Sweeping the sea-floors white.

Follow the Romany patteran West to the sinking sun, Till the junk-sails lift through the houseless drift, And the east and the west are one.

Follow the Romany patteran East where the silence broods By a purple wave on an opal beach In the hush of the Mahim woods.

"The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky, The deer to the wholesome wold And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, As it was in the days of old."

The heart of a man to the heart of a maid Light of my tents, be fleet. Morning waits at the end of the world, And the world is all at our feet!

NATION spoke to a Nation, A Queen sent word to a Throne: "Daughter am I in my mother's house, But mistress in my own.