Slept arcane to spin through hallways Now virgin trees see it's beam Crept restless to stream in metric speed Vain with hope, two have seen Drink in haste sweet gypsy Labour for the grave's foreknown spell Born branches stretch incarnate streets Ripe with fool's eerie words Faye's Treesong lays two drunk trails Sweeping deep in the ferns Hands hold on, Hush your foreign hymn, In fields, Earth will bow if your hands hold on