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66 The Song of Songs it was, strange wrought Beyond the heather hills From memories and dreams, and taught By shepherd women who had caught Its lilt from mountain rills.

The beating of a heart I heard In that forlorn sweet air, The singing of a distant bird, A sigh, a softly uttered word And echoed laughter there.

"Play me a song of Death," I whispered then. He raised his hollow reed as one who longs To turn to dreams, and smiled, and played again The Song of Songs.