No star to set

A swirl of thoughts upon this tide,
Of brown boots trampling future lives,
Quickly to – and no delay,
The forest falls before this day,
No fairies end can I endure,
No star to set while I hold store,
With powers greater than myself,
That smile upon this lonely wretch,
And give him words to say
He is, and always will be:
Their friend.
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