If only men could never cry (A drop in the sea forms nary a ripple) Cried the hunted sparrow (A droplet of rain leaves almost amark) As the raven swoops below (A stream joins a river that carves through the mountains) Safe within a hundred eaves (A dam brings the valley to its knees)
The wizard said the day will sow (Held tight to a staff of oak and yew) The land of broken wreaths (Called forth souls on the mend) Brought fire blossomed in their hearts (Ashes and embers in the cleft of a hill) And fed the drying wing (Where nested the phoenix that burned with the land)