. . . of stillness; or As, far from life, unmated eagles soar Above the hilltops' breathless solitude, "So moves my love, like these a thing apart, Fierce, in the ruined temple of my heart, Shy as a shooting star that peers new-risen Mid strangers. Even so. Pent in the prison Of space my soul, a lonely planet, wheels ... Men call the sum of loneliness 'Ideals.'" This is the plaint that the cross-road heard Where it strikes from Kashan to Burujird. The townsmen, met by the sun-dried stream, Caught a voice high up like an angel's scream Or a teaspoon tapping the bowl of heaven, And they cried: "Ajab! May we be forgiven, "But it sounds a soul of the rarer sort Whose wings are set for no earthly port." And the answer came, as they cried: "Who's that?" "One that sells short weight in mutton fat."

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THE LESSON OF THE CAMEL Light was not. All was still. The caravan Had ceased its song and motion by the bed Wherein the hill-stre. . . Read More