Body my House,
My Horse my Hound
What will I do
When you are Fallen
Where will I Sleep
How will I ride
What will i Hunt
Where can I Go
Without my Mount
All Eager and Quick
How will I Know
In Thicket ahead
When Bod my Good
Bright Dog is Dead
How will i be
To lie in the Sky
Wihout Roof or Door
And Wind for an Eye
With Cloud for Shift
How will I Hide?
May Swenson
Is Danger or Treasure
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