DO you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns!   

I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;   

I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns,   

For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear   

Under my feet that they follow you night and day.         

A man with a hazel wand came without sound;   

He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way;   

And now my calling is but the calling of a hound;   

And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by.   

I would that the boar without bristles had come from the West    

And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky   

And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest.
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