We rise with Spring, and rose-fingered Dawn
To number the days our brethren have been gone
Into the swelling sea
Unto the sunken earth

Heed the waves
As they come to break

From winter’s rage the seasons change
And still we heed the sun
When red we find its waking eye
Shall our vigil be undone

Mark the tide
Kneel before its wake

Heed the waves
As they come to break
Mourn the tide
For those it came to take

This keening wind has stopped our song
The dead tide brought us low
Upon the hill a cairn we’ll raise
So that our sons will know

So--by the grace of Dawn
Lay me upon this shore
As the season turns to fall

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