In the drowsy dark caves of the mind / dreams build their nest with fragments / dropped from day's caravan.
From the solemn gloom of the temple / children run out to sit in the dust, / God watches them play / and forgets the priest.
The wind tries to take the flame by storm / only to blow it out.
The same sun is newly born in new lands / in a ring of endless dawns.
When death comes and whispers to me, / "Thy days are ended." / let me say to him, "I have lived in love / and not in mere time." / He will ask, "Will thy songs remain?" / I shall say, "I know not, but this I know / that often when I sang I found my eternity.
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