i who have forged the heavens i also have my king to northland i was sent i was cast to distant pohjola enforced by my king s spells his orders undenied from the small crumbs of earth from a fleece of summer ewe from a memory of a single seed from the flair of a swan s feather i let the milk come seeping from the heaven heaven of my heart there my skills were known to them all they all knew my name all knew of my might and i forged a godly device a machine divine the gates of plenty opened by me from the small crumbs of earth from a fleece of summer ewe from a memory of a single seed from the flair of a swan s feather i let the milk come seeping from the heaven heaven of my heart from the small crumbs of earth from a fleece of summer ewe from a memory of a single seed from the flair of a swan s feather i let the milk come seeping from the heaven heaven of my heart from the flair of a swan s feather i let the milk come seeping from the heaven heaven of my heart1