| I am a stag, of seven tines, |
| I am a flood, across a plain, |
| I am a wind, on a deep lake, |
| I am a tear, the Sun lets fall, |
| I am a hawk, above the cliff, |
| I am a thorn, beneath the nail, |
| I am a wonder, among flowers, |
| I am a wizard, who but I |
| Sets the cool head aflame with smoke? |
| I am a spear, that roars for
blood, |
| I am a salmon, in a pool, |
| I am a lure, from paradise, |
| I am a hill, where poets walk, |
| I am a boar, ruthless and red, |
| I am a breaker, threatening
doom, |
| I am a tide, that drags to
death, |
| I am an infant, who but I |
| Peeps from the unhewn dolmen
arch? |
| I am the womb, of every
holt, |
| I am the blaze, on
every hill, |
| I am the queen, of
every hive, |
| I am the shield, for
every head, |
| I am the tomb, of every
hope. |
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