And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen
way.
VII
Alas, I cannot stay in the house, and home has become no home to
me, for the eternal Stranger calls, he is going along the road.
The sound of his footfall knocks at my breast; it pains me!
The wind is up, the sea is moaning. I leave all my cares and
doubts to follow the homeless tide, for the Stranger calls me, he
is going along the road.
VIII
Be ready to launch forth, my heart! and let those linger who
must.
For your name has been called in the morning sky.
Wait for none!
The desire of the bud is for the night and dew, but the blown
flower cries for the freedom of light.
Burst your sheath, my heart, and come forth!
IX
When I lingered among my hoarded treasure I felt like a worm that
feeds in the dark upon the fruit where it was born.
I leave this prison of decay.
I care not to haunt the mouldy stillness, for I go in search of
everlasting youth; I throw away all that is not one with my life
nor as light as my laughter.
I run through time and, O my heart, in your chariot dances the
poet who sings while he wanders.
X
You took my hand and drew me to your side, made me sit on the
high seat before all men, till I became timid, unable to stir and
walk my own way; doubting and debating at every step lest I
should tread upon any thorn of their disfavour.
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