THE RETURN
Shall I close myself from the sun's glow
Till it readjust its wasteful routine?
Shall I condemn the starry dipper as inartistic and unhygienic,
When compared with individual drinking cups?
Shall I banish Sirius and the Milky Way,
Until they have received the benignant civilized blessings
Of life today?
Till it readjust its wasteful routine?
Shall I condemn the starry dipper as inartistic and unhygienic,
When compared with individual drinking cups?
Shall I banish Sirius and the Milky Way,
Until they have received the benignant civilized blessings
Of life today?
Back to the earth!
Back to the wind and the tempest's flame,
And the wheeling stars.
Give them a wide gesture of greeting;
Let their high high harmony flow into your stumbling soul,
Flame up to their unlegislated beauty.
Back to the wind and the tempest's flame,
And the wheeling stars.
Give them a wide gesture of greeting;
Let their high high harmony flow into your stumbling soul,
Flame up to their unlegislated beauty.
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