Who?

Who walks with us on the hills? 2ND STRANGER.
I cannot see for the mist. 3RD STRANGER.
Running water I hear,
Keeping lugubrious tryst
With its cresses and grasses and weeds,
In the white obscure light from the sky. 2ND STRANGER.
Who walks with us on the hills? WILD BIRD.
Ay! … Aye! … Ay! …
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