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204 Lost in whirling spheres I rove,

And know only that I love.

I am seeker of the stone,

Living gem of Solomon;

From the shore of souls arrived,

In the sea of sense I dived;

But what is land, or what is wave,

To me who only jewels crave?

Love is the air-fed fire intense,

And my heart the frankincense;

As the rich aloes flames, I glow,

Yet the censer cannot know.

I 'm all-knowing, yet unknowing;

Stand not, pause not, in my going.

Ask not me, as Muftis can,

To recite the Alcoran;

Well I love the meaning sweet,—

I tread the book beneath my feet.