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[dweller]

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=364&topic_id=1174786

The Valley of the Black Pig
by William Butler Yeats

The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears
Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes,
And then the clash of fallen horsemen and the cries
Of unknown perishing armies beat about my ears.
We who still labour by the crumlech on the shore
The grey caim on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew,
Being weary of the world's empires, bow down to you
Master of the still stars and of the flaming door.



a bit more, make of it what you will.

personally, i want to squeal with delight.
dp