"Youth, why do you stand so still under the shadow of the tree?"
"My feet are languid with the burden of my heart, and I stand
still in the shadow."
"Ah, shame!"
"Well, some march on their way and some linger, some are free and
some are fettered--and my feet are languid with the burden of
my heart."



26


"What comes from your willing hands I take. I beg for nothing
more."
"Yes, yes, I know you, modest mendicant, you ask for all that one
has."

"If there be a stray flower for me I will wear it in my heart."
"But if there be thorns?"
"I will endure them."
"Yes, yes, I know you, modest mendicant, you ask for all that one
has."

"If but once you should raise your loving eyes to my face it
would make my life sweet beyond death."
"But if there by only cruel glances?"
"I will keep them piercing my heart."
"Yes, yes, I know you, modest mendicant, you ask for all that one