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Terry Pratchett's Pictures
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A Funeral Phantasy
Round the sun
The Ring of Polycrates
The Inn of the Five Chimneys
The Battle of Gettysburg
Hymn of Pan
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The spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire,
"The world is made forever Of transport and desire.
"I am the breath of being,
The primal urge of things; I am the whirl of star dust,
I am the lift of wings. "I am the splendid impulse
That comes before the thought, The joy and exaltation
Wherein the life is caught. "Across the sleeping furrows I call the buried seed,
And blade and bud and blossom
Awaken at my need. "Within the dying ashes
I blow the sacred spark,
And make the hearts of lovers To leap against the dark." II
I heard the spring light whisper Above the dancing stream,
"The world is made forever In likeness of a dream.
"I am the law of planets,
I am the guide of man;
The evening and the morning Are fashioned to my plan. "I tint the dawn with crimson, I tinge the sea with blue;
My track is in the desert,
My trail is in the dew.
"I paint the hills with color,
I light the star of evening
To steer the traveller home. "Within the house of being, I feed the lamp of truth
With tales of ancient wisdom
And prophecies of youth."