too precious to be squandered among shadows.



LI

I know that at the dim end of some day the sun will bid me its
farewell.

Shepherds will play their pipes beneath the banyan trees, and
cattle graze on the slope by the river, while my days will pass
into the dark.

This is my prayer, that I may know before I leave why the earth
called me to her arms.

Why her night's silence spoke to me of stars, and her daylight
kissed my thoughts into flower.

Before I go may I linger over my last refrain, completing its
music, may the lamp be lit to see your face and the wreath woven
to crown you.



LII

What music is that in whose measure the world is rocked?

We laugh when it beats upon the crest of life, we shrink in