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Will Dockery wrote:

> 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.

> Looking at the email address I suspect that this is a forgery ^^^^^

Definitely a forgery, not me...!