Question by May Swenson
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 is danger or treasure when Body my good bright dog is dead
How will it be to lie in the sky without roof or door and wind for an eye
With cloud for shift how will I hide?
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