To Edom!

WITH each other, brother fashion,

Have we borne this many an age.

Thou hast borne with my existence,

And I borne have with thy rage.

Many a time, in days of darkness,

Wonder-strange hath been thy mood,

And thy dear and pious talons

Hast thou reddened in my blood.

Now our friendship groweth closer;

Nay, it waxeth daily now:

I myself begin to bluster

And am nigh as mad as thou.