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Death belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
I do not ask thee into the house. Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.
I have sung the songs of thy day. In the evening let me carry thy lamp through the stormy path.
I am in the world of the roads. The night comes. Open thy gate, thou world of the home.
The little flower lies in the dust. It sought the path of the butterfly.
This sadness of my soul is her bride's veil. It waits to be lifted in the night.
Tthe trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of an infant child.
Let your music, like a sword, pierce the noise of the market to its heart.
Wayside grass, love the star, then your dreams will come out in flowers.
My heart, with its lapping waves of song, longs to caress this green world of the sunny day.