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But there, where spreads the infinite sky for the soul to take

her flight in, reigns the stainless white radiance. There is no

day nor night, nor form nor colour, and never, never a word.

68.

Thy sunbeam comes upon this earth of mine with arms outstretched

and stands at my door the livelong day to carry back to thy feet

clouds made of my tears and sighs and songs.

With fond delight thou wrappest about thy starry breast that

mantle of misty cloud, turning it into numberless shapes and

folds and colouring it with hues everchanging.

It is so light and so fleeting, tender and tearful and dark, that

is why thou lovest it, O thou spotless and serene. And that is

why it may cover thy awful white light with its pathetic shadows.

69.

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day

runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.