And three women sing

And three women sing in Threshthwaite Glen,
standing on a hillock, near Pasture Beck,
in a small circle, looking at each other,
Raven Crag looming behind.

The air vibrates with their soft voices,
and the rocky sides of the valley receive their joy,
and even in the very fastness of my heart,
a little change is shaped.

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