Aedh Hears the Cry of the Sedge
I wander by the edgeOf this desolate lakeWhere wind cries in the sedgeUntil the axle breakThat keeps the stars in their roundAnd hands hurl in the deepThe banners of East and WestAnd the girdle of light is unbound,Your breast will not lie by the breastOf your beloved in sleep.
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