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Ah, my sleep, precious sleep, which only waits for his touch to

vanish. Ah, my closed eyes that would open their lids only to the

light of his smile when he stands before me like a dream emerging

from darkness of sleep.

Let him appear before my sight as the first of all lights and all

forms. The first thrill of joy to my awakened soul let it come

from his glance. And let my return to myself be immediate return

to him.

48.

The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs; and

the flowers were all merry by the roadside; and the wealth of

gold was scattered through the rift of the clouds while we busily

went on our way and paid no heed.

We sang no glad songs nor played; we went not to the village for

barter; we spoke not a word nor smiled; we lingered not on the

way. We quickened our pace more and more as the time sped by.