在山谷的另一边，一种奇怪的本能的上升开始占据大地，平地聚集成小驼峰和小丘，低而漫无目的的山脊，岩石突然猛烈地顶在它们上面。拥挤的果园尽头，他们来到了一把石刀;农场完工了;塞拉突然的脚步。山越过山，雪岭越过山，聚集了他们高处的蓝色空气。在山口的山脚下，你会想到几千年来那凶猛的氏族，他们的嘴和眼睛像饥饿的老鹰，在晨星和星星渐弱的死寂时刻聚集在这些岩石间，突袭平原，月出时返回，把他们惊恐的战利品带到高地，在火把的光芒下，他们的角和呆滞的眼睛在摇曳。男人们回头看了看，站在这些岩石顶上狂笑着看着燃烧着的粮仓、农场和城镇，它们在黑暗平坦的土地上播种着可怕的红宝石……点亮死者…这不是真的。咒诅已经从这地解除了。高地与山谷保持和平; no blood in the sod; there is no old sword Keeping grim rust, no primal sorrow. The people are all one people, their homes never knew harrying; The tribes before them were acorn-eaters, harmless as deer. Oh, fortunate earth; you must find someone To make you bitter music; how else will you take bonds of the future, against the wolf in men's hearts? Submitted by Holt