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It's a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
YOUR voice is like bells over roofs at dawn When a bird flies And the sky changes to a fresher color. Speak, speak, Beloved. Say little things For my ears to catch And run with them to my heart.
There is a heaven, for ever, day by day, The upward longing of my soul doth tell me so. There is a hell, I'm quite as sure; for pray If there were not, where would my neighbours go?
I HAVE come the selfsame path To the selfsame door, Years have left the roses there Burning as before. While I watch them in the wind Quick the hot tears start— Strange so frail a flame outlasts Fire in the heart.
Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.
Visible, invisible, A fluctuating charm, An amber-colored amethyst Inhabits it; your arm Approaches, and It opens and It closes; You have meant To catch it, And it shrivels; You abandon Your intent— It opens, and it Closes and you Reach for it— The blue Surrounding it Grows cloudy, and It floats away From you.
The net of law is spread so wide, No sinner from its sweep may hide.
Its meshes are so fine and strong, They take in every child of wrong.
O wondrous web of mystery! Big fish alone escape from thee!
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