WITH each other, brother fashion, br Have we borne this many an age. br Thou hast borne with my existence, br And I borne have with thy rage. br br Many a time, in days of darkness, br Wonder-strange hath been thy mood, br And thy dear and pious talons br Hast thou reddened in my blood. br br Now our friendship groweth closer; br Nay, it waxeth daily now: br I myself begin to bluster br And am nigh as mad as thou.