When I hold the lamp of love in my heart its light falls on you
and I am left standing behind in the shadow.
LXXI
O the waves, the sky-devouring waves, glistening with light,
dancing with life, the waves of eddying joy, rushing for ever.
The stars rock upon them, thoughts of every tint are cast up out
of the deep and scattered on the beach of life.
Birth and death rise and fall with their rhythm, and the sea-gull
of my heart spreads its wings crying in delight.
LXXII
The joy ran from all the world to build my body.
The lights of the skies kissed and kissed her till she woke.
Flowers of hurrying summers sighed in her breath and voices of
winds and water sang in her movements.
The passion of the tide of colours in clouds and in forests
flowed into her life, and the music of all things caressed her
limbs into shape.
She is my bride,--she has lighted her lamp in my house.
LXXIII
The spring with its leaves and flowers has come into my body.
The bees hum there the morning long, and the winds idly play with
the shadows.
A sweet fountain springs up from the heart of my heart.
My eyes are washed with delight like the dew-bathed morning, and
life is quivering in all my limbs like the sounding strings of
the lute.
Are you wandering alone by the shore of my life, where the tide
is in flood, O lover of my endless days?
Are my dreams flitting round you like the moths with their
many-coloured wings?
And are those your songs that are echoing in the dark eaves of my
being?
Who but you can hear the hum of the crowded hours that sounds in
my veins to-day, the glad steps that dance in my breast, the
clamour of the restless life beating its wings in my body?
LXXIV
My bonds are cut, my debts are paid, my door has been opened, I
go everywhere.
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