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 Lightly climbing the river-side path, Their soft hair knotted above their brows.

Elephants wade the darkening river, Their bells, which tinkle in minor thirds, Faintly sweet, like passionate birds Whose warbling wakens a sense of pain,— Thrill through the nerves and make them quiver,— Heart, my heart, art thou happy again?

Here is beauty to feast thine eyes. Here is the land of thy long desire. See how the delicate spirals rise Azure and faint from the wood-fed fire.

Where the cartmen wearily share their food, Ere they, by their bullocks, lie down to rest. Heart of mine, dost thou find it good This wide red road by the winds caressed?

This lone Parao, where the fireflies light? These tom-toms, fretting the peace of night?

Heart, thou hast wandered and suffered much, Death has robbed thee, and Life betrayed, But there is ever a solace for such In that they are not lightly afraid.

The strength that found them the fire to love Finds them also the force to forget. Thy joy in thy dreaming lives to prove Thou art not mortally wounded yet.

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