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 A man with a hazel wand came without sound; He changed me suddenly; I was looking an other way; And now my calling is but the calling of a hound; And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by. I would that the boar without bristles had come from the West And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest.