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I sit on the grass and gaze upon the sky and dream of the sudden

splendour of thy coming-all the lights ablaze, golden pennons

flying over thy car, and they at the roadside standing agape,

when they see thee come down from thy seat to raise me from the

dust, and set at thy side this ragged beggar girl a-tremble with

shame and pride, like a creeper in a summer breeze.

But time glides on and still no sound of the wheels of thy

chariot. Many a procession passes by with noise and shouts and

glamour of glory. Is it only thou who wouldst stand in the shadow

silent and behind them all? And only I who would wait and weep

and wear out my heart in vain longing?

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Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat,

only thou and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this

our pilgrimage to no country and to no end.

In that shoreless ocean, at thy silently listening smile my songs

would swell in melodies, free as waves, free from all bondage of

words.