I have danced upon
Ariadne’s threshing floor,
Nine nights awake
I have seen Her Eyes
Upon the sacred mountain;
I have heard her Voice
I have five times walked
The hallowed halls of Atlantis
Long before the Flood
I have sat with learned folk
Around a harvest fire
Listened, and been burned…
I have heard the Sacred Voice
Of that most Sacred Island,
And now it is time…
…To listen to my home
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