Midnight Cries
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Above the waving treetops, Above the teeming sky- We speak a Word Side by side Upon the rugged world-back, Beyond the sun and tide- This voice is heard . . . We are traveling together With our tails in the wind We are voyaging together, We are sun-redeemed and warm. Long now We have danced within the forest. Looking only straight ahead- Lacking but the Word. Soon, though, We will understand the meaning In our whiskers and our bones- Now that we have heard." excerpt from "Tailchaser's Song" |
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Who wakes in the wilderness when night is done
Fancying himself lord of all the land
May see what was not there at the set of sun
And tremblingly will come to understand
The peril that has passed him in the dark-
Tracks . . . in the sand.
Archibald Rutledge
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No light will shine upon the ground- And from the deep where Old Ones sleep Our Folk will creep without a sound. . . . No more to hide and wait for night No more to shun the hot daylight The sun will die And you and I Will upward fly To hunt and bite. The Sun, the Sun the Sun will die And dying slip from out the sky And in the black we will take back All that we lack, the Sun will die." excerpt from "Tailchaser's Song" |
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