Dragging up their strength to break on the sullen beach of the sky.

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[64]

 Two Ladies Contrasted

The harmonies of the robes of this gay lady

Are like chants within a temple sweeping outwards

To the morn.

But I prefer the song of the wind by a stream

Where a shy lily half hides itself in the grasses;

To the night of clouds and stars and wine and passion,

In a palace of tesselated restraint and splendor.

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[65]

 A Night Festival

Sparrows and tame magpies chatter

In the porticoes

Lit with many a lantern.

There is idle song,

Scandal over full wine cups,

Sorrow does not matter.

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