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 He followed what pursuit could not discover Nor time disclose nor death surprise and bind. Over the hills, he sang, and far away— She never knew that land nor where it lay.

Well, he was drunk. That much was clear, Or not quite clear but certain. Queer The way a rising moon will burn Green copper! Thing you'll never learn From books: but out of life and beer Or beer and life you may discern Great truths—as that a tower gleams In moon-fire like a torch and seems A toppling brand of burnt emprise. No teacher else is half so wise