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he discovers that someone else believes in him and is
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HENCEFORTH, please God, forever I forego
Light-hearted as a bird, and live with God.I find him in the bottom of my heart,I hear continually his voice therein.horizontal dotted lineThe little needle always knows the North,The little bird remembereth his note,And this wise Seer within me never errs.I never taught it what it teaches me;I only follow, when I act aright.
Knows he who tills this lonely field
What mystic fruit his acres yieldAt midnight and at morn?In the long sunny afternoon,The plain was full of ghosts,I wandered up, I wandered down,Beset by pensive hosts.The winding Concord gleamed below,Pouring as wide a floodAs when my brothers long ago,Came with me to the wood.But they are gone,— the holy ones,Who trod with me this…
I cannot spare water or wine,
From the earth-poles to the Line,All between that works or grows,Every thing is kin of mine.Give me agates for my meat,Give me cantharids to eat,From air and ocean bring me foods,From all zones and altitudes.From all natures, sharp and slimy,Salt and basalt, wild and tame,Tree, and lichen, ape, sea-lion,Bird and reptile be my game.Ivy for…
The Sphinx is drowsy,
Her ear is heavy,She broods on the world.‘Who’ll tell me my secret,The ages have kept?–I awaited the seer,While they slumbered and slept;–‘The fate of the man-child;The meaning of man;Known fruit of the unknown;Daedalian plan;Out of sleeping a waking,Out of waking a sleep;Life death overtaking;Deep underneath deep?‘Erect as a sunbeam,Upspringeth the palm;The elephant browses,Undaunted and calm;In…
Of Merlin wise I learned a song,–
It is mightier than the strong,And punishes the proud.I sing it to the surging crowd,–Good men it will calm and cheer,Bad men it will chain and cage.In the heart of the music peals a strainWhich only angels hear;Whether it waken joy or rage,Hushed myriads hark in vain,Yet they who hear it shed their age,And take…
Of Paradise, O hermit wise,
Of old therein our names of sinAllah recorded not.Who dear to God on earthly sodNo corn-grain plants,The same is glad that life is had,Though corn he wants.Thy mind the mosque and cool kiosk,Spare fast, and orisons;Mine me allows the drink-house,And sweet chase of the nuns.O just fakeer, with brow austere,Forbid me not the vine;On the…