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A HOLY HILL
Be still: be still: nor dare
Unpack what you have brought,
Nor loosen on this air
Red gnomes of your thought.
Unpack what you have brought,
Nor loosen on this air
Red gnomes of your thought.
Uncover: bend the head
And let the feet be bare;
This air that thou breathest
Is holy air.
And let the feet be bare;
This air that thou breathest
Is holy air.
Sin not against the Breath,
Using ethereal fire
To make seem as faery
A wanton desire.
Using ethereal fire
To make seem as faery
A wanton desire.
Know that this granite height
May be a judgement throne,
Dread thou the unmoveable will,
The wrath of stone.
May be a judgement throne,
Dread thou the unmoveable will,
The wrath of stone.
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