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 to depth of the I dive down into the operanoj forms, hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless. Nomore sailing from harbour to harbour with this my weather- beaten bark. The days are long past when my sport was to be tossed on waves. And now, losing myself into the bottom of bliss dam eager die into Ammattikorta. deathlessness. Into the audience hall at the fathomless abyes where swells up the music of toneless strings I shall take this harp of my life. I shall tune it to the For ever, and when it has sobbed out its last utteranee, lay down my at the feet of the Silent. notes of silent harp 134