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From far, from eve and dawn
And twelve winds in yon sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew here: so here am I.
Now -- for a breath I pause
Nor yet break up and part --
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
Speak now, and I'll talk back;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve points
I take sans end my way.
-- A.E. House Man