The time shortens
The pace speeds,
Times pile upon times
At the world’s needs.
We are the witnesses
At the end spell,
The ranks close rapidly
By the dry well.
You hold the centre,
You guard the flank,
The light but glimmers
Where once we drank.
His deep in hearts
Immune to man,
The last, lost faithful
Hold as hold can.
30 August 1978
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