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LXXXIII
I
I feel that all the stars shine in me. The world breaks into my
life like a flood.
The flowers blossom in my body. All the youthfulness of land and
water smokes like an incense in my heart; and the breath of all
things plays on my thoughts as on a flute.
II
When the world sleeps I come to your door.
The stars are silent, and I am afraid to sing.
I wait and watch, till your shadow passes by the balcony of night
and I return with a full heart.
Then in the morning I sing by the roadside;
The flowers in the hedge give me answer and the morning air
listens,
The travellers suddenly stop and look in my face, thinking I have
called them by their names.
III
Keep me at your door ever attending to your wishes, and let me go
about in your Kingdom accepting your call.
Let me not sink and disappear in the depth of languor.
Let not my life be worn out to tatters by penury of waste.
Let not those doubts encompass me,--the dust of distractions.
Let me not pursue many paths to gather many things.
Let me not bend my heart to the yoke of the many.
Let me hold my head high in the courage and pride of being your
servant.
LXXXIV
THE OARSMEN
Do you hear the tumult of death afar,
The call midst the fire-floods and poisonous clouds
--The Captain's call to the steersman to turn the ship to an
unnamed shore,
For that time is over--the stagnant time in the port--
Where the same old merchandise is bought and sold in an endless
round,
Where dead things drift in the exhaustion and emptiness of truth.
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