I have loved this land

I have loved this land, where the eagle soars
And where the snow blows,
The white dust of despair to the shivering valleys below.
Looking heavenward, the black skies,
Herald the destitution of the light,
The deep and dark recession into night.
I have held your sorrows in my hand,
And felt your sadness at the coming ice.
Oh do not forget where the tulips grow,
When your back is flayed with wind and snow,
You will not die my immortal friend,
But sleep that uneasy sleep beneath the desolate clouds,
Till creation’s gods are roused,
To shake you from your deep repose.


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