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It is too late; you made me wait too long,

held my heart ringed with fire until the spell

broke and the flames were quieted to dust,

and I need wait no longer for your horn

sounding among the hills. I would be wise

to walk forgetting in this new release,

to give my free hands to this world’s demand,

God’s will – or the will of righteousness on earth –

too long was I apart from the needs of men,

single-starred and waiting, deep in sleep.

But lo, I rise and blow upon the ashes,

brush them aside, and seek the farthest hill,

calling your name and asking of your passage.

I am not free – I wait upon you still.