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Said the Eagle:
I was astonished
When I heard that there was death.
My home, alas,
Must I leave it!
All beholding summits,
Shall I see thee no more!
North I went,
Leaning on the wind;
Through the forest resounded
The cry of the hunted doe.
East I went,
Through the hot dawning;
There was the smell of death in my nostrils.
South I went, seeking
The place where there is no death.
Weeping I heard
The voice of women
Wailing for their children.
West I went,
On the world encompassing water;
Death's trail was before me.
People, O people,
Needs be that we must die!
Therefore let us make
Songs together.
With a twine of songs to bind us
To the middle Heaven,
The white way of souls.
There we shall be at rest,
With our songs
We shall roam no more!
<Southern California>
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