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38 To the land of Souls and Shadows. This one purpose fired his fancy; Daily fasts and nightly vigils Gave him weird and mystic visions, Filling all his mind with wonder, Hope and wonder, strangely blended.

Rising with the sun one morning, Followed by his faithful deer-hound, Over frozen lakes and rivers, Over swamps and over mountains, Guided by the old traditions, With light feet he started Southward. Though the air were thick with snow-flakes, Though the sun and stars were hidden, Yet he never was mistaken, Never took the wrong direction, For the topmost boughs of hemlock Bent before the fierce North-west wind, Pointed with unerring finger, To the South-east always pointed.