“Who are you? Who is me?
Answer my riddle and come and see.”
“I milk blue ewes; I reap red flowers,
I weave the story of dead hours”
“What is it that’s a tree, and yet not a tree, a man and yet not a man, who is dumb and yet can tell secrets, who has no arms and yet can strike?”
“Dig and delve, delve and dig, harness the mare to the farmers gig.”
Riddles as spoken to Master Nathaniel by the fairy, Polumus.
Lud-in-the-Mist, Hope Mirrlees
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