and in a mystery to be (when time from time shall set us free) forgetting me, remember me.

[dividenconquer]

child of the grass
the years pass above us
shadows of air all these shall love us
winds for our fellows
the browns and the yellows
of autumn our colors
now at our life's morn. be we well sworn
never to grow older
our spirits be bolder at meeting
than ever before all the old lore
of the forests & woodways
shall aid us: keep we the bond & seal
never shall we feel
aught of sorrow.

let light flow about thee
as a cloak of air .