And candle-like foam on the dim sand,

And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky,

Live but to light your passing feet.

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[31]

TO MY HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR

Be you still, be you still, trembling heart;

Remember the wisdom out of the old days:

Him who trembles before the flame and the flood,

And the winds that blow through the starry ways,

Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood

Cover over and hide, for he has no part

With the proud, majestical multitude.

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[32]

THE CAP AND BELLS

The jester walked in the garden:

The garden had fallen still;

He bade his soul rise upward

And stand on her window-sill.

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