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On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote:
>
> Posted in its entirety for convenience:
>
> The Lonely Hunter
> Green branches, green branches, I see you
> beckon; I follow!
> Sweet is the place you guard, there in the
> rowan-tree hollow.
> There he lies in the darkness, under the frail
> white flowers,
> Heedless at last, in the silence, of these sweet
> midsummer hours.
>
> But sweeter, it may be, the moss whereon he
> is sleeping now,
> And sweeter the fragrant flowers that may
> crown his moon-white brow:
> And sweeter the shady place deep in an Eden
> hollow
> Wherein he dreams I am with him---and,
> dreaming, whispers, "Follow!"
> Green wind from the green-gold branches,
> what is the song you bring?
> What are all songs for me, now, who no more
> care to sing?
> Deep in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to
> me still,
> But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on
> a lonely hill.
> Green is that hill and lonely, set far in a
> shadowy place;
> White is the hunter's quarry, a lost-loved hu-
> man face:
> O hunting heart, shall you find it, with arrow
> of failing breath,
> Led o'er a green hill lonely by the shadowy
> hound of Death?
>
> Green branches, green branches, you sing of
> a sorrow olden,
> But now it is midsummer weather, earth-
> young, sunripe, golden:
> Here I stand and I wait, here in the rowan-
> tree hollow,
> But never a green leaf whispers, "Follow, oh,
> Follow, Follow!"
>
> O never a green leaf whispers, where the
> green-gold branches swing:
> O never a song I hear now, where one was
> wont to sing
> Here in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to
> me still,
> But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on
> a lonely hill.

Excellent, thanks.