Oh, wisest of my kin,
Tell me what is left for us!
Sing the words you can recall
Of our comfort-hymn tonight.
Petals - do you know them? -
The silken words of summer:
Cloaks for the small green soldiers
Who hide our cares away.
Sharp zephyrs of the moon,
Why do you steal our covers
And bear our little roofs off,
Exposing our skin to rain?
Oh, mages of the woods,
Conduct the queen's desires!
Chant in the night to the stars,
Our sky-eyed brothers, for aid
To hold out the sea-storm
Until the last red crystal
Passes out from her veins
Back to soft currents and tides.
Dear wisest of my kin,
Tell me what the window sees!
Sing its visions in the tune
Of our comfort-hymn tonight.















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