But there was no information so we continued and arrived at evening, not a moment too soon. Finding the place, it was (as you may

Then we came to a tavern with vine leaves over the lintel, six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver, and feet

And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow. “The angel answered me, ‘These are the four spirits of heaven, going out from standing

With a running stream and a watermill beating the darkness, and three trees in the low sky. As the Magi descend into the valley in

Then, at dawn, we came down to a temperate valley, wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetables. The second stanza of the poem brings