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i8 The Kuan's Canticles
I hush the wail along my trail
Past hamlet, home and hollow,
While on I go with noiseless flow
And robin red-breasts follow.
And like a psalm, benign and calm,
I blight the brow of winter ;
I snap the chains that hold the reins
The fields of ice I splinter ;
And like the tide I run and ride,
The bated winds I swallow ;
Triumphant still past rock and rill,
And robin red-breasts follow.
A wing of light from night to night
My perfumed chariot passes,
And I can hear in meadows clear
The whispering of the grasses ;
With joyous face I onward race
Past hopeless height and hollow,
While swift and strong with simple song
My robin red-breasts follow.
The north wind bleeds the rustling reeds
The happy news is telling,
And I can hear in forests near
The juicy leaf -buds swelling ;
I onward rush without the thrush,
The red bird or the swallow,
You need n't mind, for close behind
My robin red-breasts follow.
poem
by
Robert Kirkland Kernighan
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