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Between a circle of ancient stones,Seated under starlit skies,
Three pilgrims of the time,
Under graying capes of dust,
Sing poems to the flames.
As the first one ends,
So the next one starts,
Aligning pearls under waves,
Under edges of ether-flames,
Like poison-ivies of starlit skies.
One from other, more grievous,
One from all the others deeper,
Like lead-drops down the throat,
Upwards the chants align,
Pouring through the rippling winds.
As the first one ends,
So the next one starts,
To coddle fierce vultures,
To break the flames with pearls,
By shining necklace-tears.
Under starlit skies they flow,
‘Front the altar of sadness they pride,
Stringing and the times aligning,
For stone-shut words unbroken,
By tender tear outshined.