A STAR COMES SINGING
Has blown through my singing branches, and garnered my fruit.
The trees will die, and I among them;
Out of the rock arising, into the rock descending.
Out of the rock arising, into the rock descending.
I shall not see what comes—
My scattering body and scattering soul
Will travel unguessed ways,
Never again assembling as one;
Each vibrant bit of me will speed on its way,
Filling its restless part in the earth's gray voyage.
My scattering body and scattering soul
Will travel unguessed ways,
Never again assembling as one;
Each vibrant bit of me will speed on its way,
Filling its restless part in the earth's gray voyage.
XII.
Prayer
I pray, for me and for all men,
To that which sees and feels and knows,
The god that grows in me and all things living,
That I may stay as long as may be in the gleam:
That I may never lose the power to see,
Piercing through all cloudy fancies and delusions
Toward the shining core of truth outshining all things.
To that which sees and feels and knows,
The god that grows in me and all things living,
That I may stay as long as may be in the gleam:
That I may never lose the power to see,
Piercing through all cloudy fancies and delusions
Toward the shining core of truth outshining all things.
That I may never yield poison into the world.
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