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"A FORGOTTEN MORN" WHAT did'st thou mean last night, 0 Heart, by tears The eyes were glad to shed to ease the soul?
Maybe that thou like one who faintly hears The sound of a forgotten mom unroll Through Silence, Night, and stars, Hadst yearned so much for that pain-giving Source, And wept for all Its scars, Upon the.
setting of the sun, Upon the swaying of the trees,- That raise the lustre and the force Of timeless living in the long-sought One; O when to cease, And lose this ever-tossing ' I ' Upon that Shore which knows no sigh Of waning moons and fading stars but those Heaved from Desire's breast.
How foolish was the Rose, When by the passing of the dawn depressed ( deprest) · She cried, as though a birth was nigh : " 0 Thou who planted me, And pluckest at Thy will, O cheat me not of Immortality, For heed !
my never-dying fragrance still, Shall haunt Thee and hair-tearing Thou shalt cry, ' Ah !
I the food of my own soul did kill.
' NI y beauties fade, And from myself depart, If thus I'm surely made, O then, 0 then what art Can'st Thou boast of when Thou did'st sow The seed of Death together with this heart?" Now let the winds so lightly blow Against this breast thus filled with grief, That I may find relief In weeping so, Until the Voice beyond within shall call, \Vhen sought and seeker are no more, But One alone remains to soar, " Aye, thou art food for all !
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