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 THE EARLY MORNING

The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other: The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother, The moon on my left and the dawn on my right. My brother, good morniing: my sister, good night.

THE PROPHET LOST IN THE HILLS AT EVENING

Strong God which made the topmost stars To circulate and keep their course, Remember me; whom all the bars Of sense and dreadful fate enforce.

Above me in your heights and tall, Impassable the summits freeze, Below the haunted waters call Impassable beyond the trees.

I hunger and I have no bread. My gourd is empty of the wine. Surely the footsteps of the dead Are shuffling softly close to mine!

It darkens. I have lost the ford. There is a change on all things made. The rocks have evil faces, Lord, And I am awfully afraid.