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93. Through the Silent Snow
You would not think of horrors here,
you would not think of ancient fear,
as red glows day at sky's dull rim
as whiteness drifts from heavens dim.
As feet draw passage in the snow,
and mark my passing in their flow,
dark water's edge, the sleeping ground
as homeward I in gloaming bound.
In whiteness soft I roam here still,
in stillness glowing silent thrill,
a peace today upon land lies
drift snowflakes down from sleepy skies.
The silhouettes to distance fade
these mountains hazy all man-made
in ruin all tall spires lay
a city's ghost against light grey.
With silent step in Silent World
as snow and wind are both unfurled
I come from vigil of night past
to home and hearth, my friends at last.
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94. Lalli's Cauldron (after Shakespeare)
In the poison'd entrails throw.—
Grossling, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom sleeping got
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a spider-snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of troll, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, tongue of Rash-dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Hand of giant; tooth of wolf;
hell-hound's carcass; maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg'd in the dark;
tenctacled troll's liver too;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of grossling, dog-fiend's lips;
Finger of a vaettur creeping
under stones found cold it sleeping
collect all, together grab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a beast's old chaudron,
For ingrediants of Lalli's caldron.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
For not potion be in vain
add then further one dog's brain.
