I heard
I heard the foot-steps
I heard the foot-steps
Along the hills
And the hills were
Green
Though night’s reign was
Darkening:
I heard
I heard
The drops giant
Falling
Falling
I heard foot-steps
And they were great
And there was sound
And
I thought it was some giant as of old
But
Then
Saw I emerging from a coppice
A figure spare and small
And great
A Poet Seer
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