Here is to the ending of arrow's flight. Here is to last vail of bright stars that clap kiss upon your eye for the last. Here is to Meade Oath fullfilled. Here is to the last search for twig and hewn buttercup!
Alas now shall bow remain unstrung, never tense. Alas now quiver empty, never arrowed. Alas now for the last game, never now quarried. Alas now shall steed be lone and free of masters call!
O great hunter, come hither! Drink now, my friends and kin! Drink now to fleeting life! Drink now to a hunters lement!
Grass be now less trodden. Tree be now less climbed. River be now less crossed. Horse be now less saddled, now less riden!
And he who lays sight upon this worthy ruin at the end of his long life, asks himself. Whither hath horse riden? Now who shall fly arrow? Now whom brings feast and joy?
O great hunter, hear our singing, hear now our longing! Sing now to a hunters lament! Tall now is pyre, licking flames above. Now go! Go and flee home, we will go home. Across plain and river. Across forest and mountain. Your time hath gone as if it had never been. Lament now for hunter, lament now for kin.
