A Rann I Made
A rann I made within my heart
To the rider, to the high king,
A rann I made to my love,
To the king of kings, ancient death.
Brighter to me than light of day
The dark of thy house, though black clay;
Sweeter to me than the music of trumpets
The quiet of thy house and its eternal silence.
To the rider, to the high king,
A rann I made to my love,
To the king of kings, ancient death.
Brighter to me than light of day
The dark of thy house, though black clay;
Sweeter to me than the music of trumpets
The quiet of thy house and its eternal silence.
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