Poems
The Voice
I brought you all the stars and all the moon—
I made you pathways through the realms of space.
The song of morning winds was yours to sing,
The night possessed no song you might not sing,
Also those vast, impenetrable seas,
Which stretch around the world and never end,
And never cease in their continuous flow,
Taught you the song of lonely rippling waves—
Showed you the sunset and the wealth of dawn
Mirrored upon the silent-breasted deep.
I made you pathways through the realms of space.
The song of morning winds was yours to sing,
The night possessed no song you might not sing,
Also those vast, impenetrable seas,
Which stretch around the world and never end,
And never cease in their continuous flow,
Taught you the song of lonely rippling waves—
Showed you the sunset and the wealth of dawn
Mirrored upon the silent-breasted deep.
The Man
The world has many songs less strong than yours,
Which, since they are more clamorous, ove power
Which, since they are more clamorous, ove power
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