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When the earthen Dryg rises to twine his way up his Tree, as he winds his way up its bole, he flows like samen does a wending thread, he rises to the height of weighty boughs, of rich leafing, and in the most-midst he comes to stop, to dwell aloft a Tree, where Earth holds Sky. And o'er the land about, his greening heat he sheds, the livening warmth of Green-sun that's lain beneath the ground, now shines from him o'er all the life that sways now in galdor-song of rynisch weald the Land-dryg makes. The Land sings once more free.
Dryg= a (serpentine) Land-wight.
Samen= the Life-fluid.
Galdor= magic.
rynisch weald= mystery-power.
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