The thrall in person may be free in soul
Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King-- Else, wherefore born?
The year is dying in the night.
Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
For love reflects the thing beloved.
I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling.