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Thou comest out upon the horrible sand;
⁠Therefore look well around, and thou shalt see 20
⁠Things that will credence give unto my speech."
I heard on all sides lamentations uttered,
⁠And person none beheld I who might make them,
⁠Whence, utterly bewildered, I stood still.
I think he thought that I perhaps might think 25
⁠So many voices issued through those trunks
⁠From people who concealed themselves for us;
Therefore the Master said: "If thou break off
⁠Some little spray from any of these trees,
⁠The thoughts thou hast will wholly be made vain." 30
Then stretched I forth my hand a little forward,
⁠And plucked a branchlet off from a great thorn;
⁠And the trunk cried, "Why dost thou mangle me?"
After it had become embrowned with blood,
⁠It recommenced its cry: "Why dost thou rend me? 35
⁠Hast thou no spirit of pity whatsoever?
Men once we were, and now are changed to trees;
⁠Indeed, thy hand should be more pitiful,
⁠Even if the souls of serpents we had been."
As out of a green brand, that is on fire 40
⁠At one of the ends, and from the other drips
⁠And hisses with the wind that is escaping;