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TO THE MOUNTAIN BEN BULBEN by MOIREEN FOX

First Line: I WOULD I WERE A WIDE-WINGED HAWK, BELOVED
Last Line: AND, FLAMING TO THY HEART, BE LOST IN THEE.

I would I were a wide-winged hawk, beloved,
With all the silence of thy peaks my own,
Hovering above thy fragrant sun-steeped valleys
Or on salt winds from height to headland blown.

I would I were a little wind of night-time--
All the great winds blow through the upper skies--
But I would wander where through dew-starred myrtle,
Like faint moon flames, thy secret thoughts arise.

I would I were a falling star, beloved,
One of a host exultant, swift and free;
Then would I burn the sundering leagues of darkness
And, flaming to thy heart, be lost in thee.



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