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In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage / For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt; / I was singer to my clan in that dim, red Dawn of Man, / And I sang of all we fought and feared and felt.
Yea, I sang as now I sing, when the Prehistoric spring / Made the piled Biscayan ice-pack split and shove; / And the troll and gnome and dwerg, and the Gods of Cliff and Berg / Were about me and beneath me and above.