(ŠAppendix Out 1999)</p>

from the norse air to the loam,<br>
pulsing, breathing animals roam<br>
wisping ghosts in hidden lairs,<br>
huge wings creaking in the air</p>

from your tarry slumber pass,<br>
tilt ye to the window glass<br>
vaulted prehistoric moon,</p>

frosty stars are loosely-tuned<br>
fog comes<br>
to the grey havens<br>
swan ships sail<br>
from the grey havens</p>

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