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[Rolf Gunnar Rolfsson]

Answer to Sir Walter

I walk and talk around the shell
with clouds on my tongue
sniffing at the flower bell
with fresh air in my lung

My red blood is golden bliss
and soul is jumping heart
with druid bliss in angel kiss
in the royal art

I fall into a crystal well
because a faery pushes me in
and I land in a dragon dwell
and it almost does me in

I plunder all the dragon gold
and now I am on the run
because dragon seeks to hold
my Spanish spark of sun

And with Spanish Night in chase
through lightening and thunder
at sunrise I finish Camino race
by mother of pearl in wonder

February 10, 2004
Art Studio El Camino de Santiago
Rolf Gunnar Rolfsson

 --- pieterpannevis <p.pannevisaCHELLO.NL> skrev: >
GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet,
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>   My staff of faith to walk upon,
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> My scrip of joy, immortal diet,
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>   My bottle of salvation,
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> My gown of glory, hope’s true gage;
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> And thus I’ll take my pilgrimage.
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>
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> Blood must be my body’s balmer;
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>   No other balm will there be given;
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> Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer,
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>   Travelleth towards the land of heaven;
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> Over the silver mountains,
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> Where spring the nectar fountains:
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>       There will I kiss
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>       The bowls of bliss;
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> And drink mine everlasting fill
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> Upon every milken hill.
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> My soul will be a-dry before;
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> But, after, it will thirst no more.
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> Then by that happy blissful day,
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>   More peaceful pilgrims I shall see,
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> That have cast off their rags of clay,
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>   And walk apparelled fresh like me.
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>       I’ll take them first
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>       To quench their thirst
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>   And taste of nectar suckets,
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>       At those clear wells
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>       Where sweetness dwells,
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>   Drawn up by saints in crystal buckets.
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>
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> And when our bottles and all we
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> Are filled with immortality,
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> Then the blessed paths we’ll travel,
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> Strowed with rubies thick as gravel;
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> Ceilings of diamonds, sapphire floors,
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> High walls of coral and pearly bowers.
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> From thence to heaven’s bribeless hall,
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> Where no corrupted voices brawl;
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> No conscience molten into gold,
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> No forged accuser bought or sold,
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> No cause deferred, no vain-spent journey,
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> For there Christ is the king’s Attorney,
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> Who pleads for all without degrees,
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> And He hath angels, but no fees.
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> And when the grand twelve-million jury
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> Of our sins, with direful fury,
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> Against our souls black verdicts give,
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> Christ pleads His death, and then we live.
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> Be Thou my speaker, taintless pleader,
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> Unblotted lawyer, true proceeder!
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> Thou givest salvation even for alms;
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> Not with a bribed lawyer’s palms.
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> And this is mine eternal plea
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> To Him that made heaven, earth, and sea,
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> That, since my flesh must die so soon,
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> And want a head to dine at noon,
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> Just at the stroke, when my veins start and spread,
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> Set on my soul an everlasting head!
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> Then am I ready, like a palmer fit,
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> To tread those blest paths which before I writ.
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>     Of death and judgment, heaven and hell,
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>     Who oft doth think, must needs die well.
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