From the Healing collection
Twilight
let us bury this evening of discontent beside this wearisome road to have, to hold for place to plough to toil the yield settling thy levy so freedom can feed upon a bosom of yore to banish this fever the ravenous hoards with vagabond players feasting off this row and this I pledge should my hands grow hardened to touch callously I vow to surrender and fall upon the bow of the blind archer of love's hunted and give witness to our fall