That time is as brief as a drop of dew—

But you are Eternity.

[Pg 22]

[Pg 22]

THE PAGODA SLAVE

(At Shwe Dagohn, in old Rangoon)

All night long the pagoda slave

Hears the wind-bells high in the air

Tinkle with low sweet tongue and grave

In praise of Lord Gautama.

All night long where the lone spire sends

Its golden height to the starry light

He hears their tune

And watches the moon

And fears he shall never reach Nirvana.

Round and round by a hundred shrines

Glittering at the great Shwe's base

Falls the sound of his feet mid lines

Droned from the sacred Wisdom.

[Pg 23]

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