Does the wild spirit of the endless days

Chase through my heart some lure that ever flies?

Only I know the vast within me cries

Finding in thee the ending of all ways.

Ah, but they vanish; the immortal train

From thee, from me, depart, yet take from thee

Memorial grace: laden with adoration

Forth from this heart they flow that all in vain

Would stay the proud eternal powers that flee

After the chase in burning exultation.

THE MASTER SINGER

A laughter in the diamond air, a music in the trembling grass;

And one by one the words of light as joydrops through my being pass.

I am the sunlight in the heart, the silver moonglow in the mind;

My laughter runs and ripples through the wavy tresses of the wind.

I am the fire upon the hills, the dancing flame that leads afar

Each burning-hearted wanderer, and I the dear and homeward star.

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A myriad lovers died for me, and in their latest yielded breath

I woke in glory giving them immortal life though touched by death.

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