And round-a-bout the wilder ways,
I did travel in wilder days.
Walk the path in widdershins,
but doesil pad it back again.
Stars above and sun below,
dancing light and graceful show.
Music of a simpler kind,
echoing a simpler time.
Newer voices in the night,
flickering in fireheights.
Something larger moves by here,
change is wrought and price is dear.
Oh what terror, what wonder this?
Lost and found with a howling kiss.
Stolen life, yet given gift --
a beginning, ending, sund'ring shift.
Dance for travel, sing for thought,
forget the past and dullness fought.
New sights, new sounds, new things to see,
and all because this changed in me.
To speak, to learn and understand...
the gift of man, the gift of man.
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