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The North Star whispers: You are one

Of those whose course no chance can change

You blunder, but are not undone

Your spirit-task is fixed and strange

When here you walk, a bloodless shade

A singer all men else forget

Your chants of hammer, forge and spade

Will move this northern village yet

Your flambeau in the dusk shall burn

Flame high in storms, flame white and clear

Your ghost in gleaming robes return

And burn a deathless incense here

Yet shall the fragments still remain

Yet shall remain some watch-tower strong

That ivy-vines will not disdain

Haunted and trembling with your song