| [00:19.79] |
Sending the first scouts over |
| [00:26.72] |
Back from the place beyond the dawn: |
| [00:32.82] |
Horse, bear your broken soldier |
| [00:37.61] |
Eyes frozen wide at what went on |
| [00:43.53] |
And Time, in our camp, is moving |
| [00:50.94] |
As you’d anticipate it to |
| [00:55.11] |
But what is this sample proving? |
| [01:02.90] |
Anecdotes cannot say what Time may do |
| [01:24.45] |
I kid with Rufous Nightjar |
| [01:29.95] |
When our men are all asleep: |
| [01:32.96] |
“It ain’t about how rare you are |
| [01:36.17] |
But how hard you are to see |
| [01:41.87] |
Take, you and me–" |
| [01:45.38] |
“When are you from?” said he |
| [01:47.89] |
In our blind of winter leaves |
| [01:52.54] |
As we sighted out their fliers |
| [01:55.60] |
In the grayscale of the night |
| [01:58.21] |
And fumbled on the bare ground |
| [02:00.34] |
To bury round landmines |
| [02:03.22] |
While the dew lay down and dried |
| [02:20.12] |
We signal?Private Poorwill, when morning starts to loom: |
| [02:29.32] |
“Pull up from your dive!” |
| [02:33.40] |
Till we hear the telltale Boom |
| [02:37.53] |
Too soon– |
| [02:38.72] |
Hotdogging loon, caught there |
| [02:40.85] |
Like a shard of mirror in the moon! |
| [02:46.77] |
Now they’ve stopped giving orders |
| [02:50.21] |
But I follow anyway |
| [02:53.23] |
Laying in our state of torpor |
| [02:55.36] |
Waiting out the day |
| [02:57.70] |
While the dew burns away |
| [03:14.21] |
Rushing, tearing, speeding home: |
| [03:19.29] |
Bound to a wheel that is not my own |
| [03:25.20] |
Where round every bend i long to see |
| [03:29.97] |
Temporal infidelity |
| [03:35.14] |
All along the road, the lights stream by |
| [03:40.11] |
I want to go where the dew won’t dry |
| [03:44.27] |
I want to go where the?light won’t bend– |
| [03:51.26] |
Far as the eye may reach–nor end |
| [03:55.12] |
But inasmuch as that light is loaned |
| [04:04.10] |
And, insofar as we’ve borrowed bones |
| [04:06.84] |
Must every debt now be repaid |
| [04:10.59] |
In?star-spotted, sickle-winged?night raids |
| [04:15.59] |
While we sing to the garden, and we sing to the stars |
| [04:21.73] |
And we sing in the meantime |
| [04:24.58] |
Wherever you are? |
| [04:25.97] |
In the folds and the branches |
| [04:28.85] |
Somewhere, out there |
| [04:32.14] |
I was only just born into open air |
| [04:36.79] |
Now hush, little babe |
| [04:39.83] |
You don’t want to be |
| [04:42.41] |
Down in the trenches |
| [04:47.21] |
Remembering with me |
| [04:49.17] |
Where you will not mark my leaving |
| [04:54.30] |
And you will not hear my parting song |
| [04:59.37] |
Nor is there cause for grieving |
| [05:05.53] |
Nor is there cause for carrying on |
| [05:11.43] |
–and?daughter, when you are able |
| [05:17.67] |
Come down and join! The kettle’s on |
| [05:22.73] |
And your family’s round the table |
| [05:29.49] |
Will you come down, before the?sun?is?gone? |
