Chanter
The hour when minute by minute
the colours are stolen away,
when red goes brown then black
and green goes grey.
The simple twilight-falling hour
the twinkle hour the dewdrop minute,
when the hare with a scuffle is gone
through the long grass with a forked twig in it,
when thrush drops down
last loud twirrup and jig
from the aldertop bare.
Lo then is the time of calling and taking,
of mating, and the enlarging of mind into mind,
when the eye thinks and the light stays behind.
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The
Nexus Collection
STARDANCER
Alpha
and Omega
Balance
Chanter
Dreaming
Earth
Warriors
Elements
 Foxen
His
Condition
Labyrinth
Now
is the Time
Stare
Taliesin
That
Day
The
Knot
Unshackled
Who
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