[55] The True Conqueror He only can bow to men Lofty as a god To those beneath him, Who has taken sins and sorrows And whose deathless spirit leaps Beneath them like a golden carp in the torrent. [56] [56] Spring Love Through the weak spring rains Two lovers walk together, Holding together the parasol. But the laughing rains of spring Will break the weak green shoots of their love. His will grow a towering stalk, Hers, a cowering flower under it. [57] [57]
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