“Newrose, oldrose, Queen Anne’s lace.Water, river, stone, and sun.  Wind over hill, under tree.Past the border none can see.  Climbing into dark for youWill you wait in stars for me?”

“Newrose, Oldrose, Quean Anne's lace.Water, river, stone and sunWind over hill, under tree.Past the border none can see.Climbing into dark for you,Will you climb in stars for me?P.124”

“Climbing into dark for youWill you wait in stars for me?”

“I climb into the dark for youAre you waiting in the stars for me?”

“For, like the wind, the sun, or the flowing river, like a soaring man-of-war or a beetle under a stone, like a spider at a web or a crab scuttling sideways across a shore, Nimrod was free.”

“Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on stony bed, never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead. In the black wind the stars shall die, and still on gold here let them lie, till the dark lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land.”