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 Rh And hence six times more solitary; Fulfilled of the slow passion of pitching through immemorial ages Your little round house in the midst of chaos.

Over the garden earth, Small bird, Over the edge of all things.

Traveller, With your tail tucked a little on one side Like a gentleman in a long-skirted coat.

All life carried on your shoulder, Invincible fore-runner. Rh