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[morningstarofnight]

Miedo. De ti. Quererte es el más alto riesgo.

Pedro Salinas, La voz a ti debida

[morningstarofnight]

As we were out a-hunting, one morning in the spring. Both hounds and horses, running well, made the hills and the valleys ring. But to our great misfortune, no fox there could be found. Our huntsmen cursed and swore but still no fox moved over the ground. And up spoke our master huntsman, the master of the chase, "If only the Devil himself come by, we'd run him such a race!" And up there sprung like lightning a fox from out of his hole. His fur was the colour of a starless night, and his eyes like burning coals. And they chased him over the valley, and they chased him over the fields; They chased him down to the river bank, but never would he yield. And he's jumped into the water, and he's swum to the other side And he's laughed so loud that the green woods shook, then he's turned to the huntsmen and he's cried: "Ride on, my gallant huntsmen! When must I come again? For you should never want for a fox to chase all over the glen. And when your need is greatest, just call upon my name, And I will come, and you shall have the best of sport and game!" And the men looked up in wonder and the hounds run back to hide, For the fox, it changed to the Devil himself where he stood on the other side. And the men, the hounds, the horses went flying back to town, And hard on their heels come a little black fox, laughing as he ran. "Ride on, my gallant huntsmen! When must I come again? For you should never want for a fox to chase all over the glen. And when your need is greatest, just call upon my name, And I will come, and you shall have the best of sport and game! Ride on, my gallant huntsmen! When must I come again? For you should never want for a fox to chase all over the glen."

Black Fox, by Heather Dale

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"Above them all th' Arch Angel: but his face Deep scars of Thunder had intrencht, and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate Pride Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss) condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain, Millions of Spirits for his fault amerc't Of Heav'n, and from Eternal Splendors flung..."

Paradise Lost by John Milton

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I sigh for the heavenly country, Where the heavenly people pass, And the sea is as quiet as a mirror Of beautiful, beautiful glass. I walk in the heavenly field, With lilies and poppies bright, I am dressed in a heavenly coat Of polished white. When I walk in the heavenly parkland My feet on the pastures are bare, Tall waves the grass, but no harmful Creature is there. At night I fly over the housetops, And stand on the bright moony beams; Gold are all heaven's rivers, And silver her streams.

The Heavenly City--Stevie Smith

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For he suddenly smote on the door, even Louder, and lifted his head: -- 'Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word,' he said.

The Listeners--Walter de la Mare

[morningstarofnight]

And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding-- Riding--riding-- A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

The Highwayman--Alfred Noyes