"Alas," screamed Raghunath, and jumped into the stream.

The teacher set his eyes upon his book, and the water held and
hid what it stole and went its way.

The daylight faded when Raghunath came back to the teacher tired
and dripping.

He panted and said, "I can still get it back if you show me where
it fell."

The teacher took up the remaining bangle and throwing it into the
water said, "It is there."



XIII

To move is to meet you every moment,
Fellow-traveller!

It is to sing to the falling of your feet.

He whom your breath touches does not glide by the shelter of the
bank.

He spreads a reckless sail to the wind and rides the turbulent
water.

He who throws his doors open and steps onward receives your