Sayfa 45 / 83

At last, when I woke from my slumber and opened my eyes, I saw

thee standing by me, flooding my sleep with thy smile. How I had

feared that the path was long and wearisome, and the struggle to

reach thee was hard!

49.

You came down from your throne and stood at my cottage door.

I was singing all alone in a corner, and the melody caught your

ear. You came down and stood at my cottage door.

Masters are many in your hall, and songs are sung there at all

hours. But the simple carol of this novice struck at your love.

One plaintive little strain mingled with the great music of the

world, and with a flower for a prize you came down and stopped at

my cottage door.

50.

I had gone a-begging from door to door in the village path, when

thy golden chariot appeared in the distance like a gorgeous dream

and I wondered who was this King of all kings!