Answer:
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
He has married many women but has never married.
What can be seen but never found that only hides in the unwound?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?