POSTSCRIPT: FOR GWENO
If I should go away,
Beloved, do not say
'He has forgotten me'.
For you abide,
A singing rib within my dreaming side;
You always stay.
And in the mad tormented valley
Where blood and hunger rally
And Death the wild beast is uncaught, untamed,
Our soul withstands the terror
And has its quiet honour
Among the glittering stars your voices named.

EPILOGUE: duet
My soul cries out with love
of all that walk and swim and fly
From the mountains and the sky
Out of the depths of the sea
Love cries and cries in me.