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 The Book of a Monk's Life Thou Anxious One! And dost thou then not hear

Against thee all my surging senses sing?

About thy face in circles drawing near

My thought floats like a fluttering white wing.

Dost thou not see, before thee stands my soul

In silence wrapt my Springtime's prayer to pray?

But when thy glance rests on me then my whole

Being quickens and blooms like trees in May.

When thou art dreaming then I am thy Dream,

But when thou art awake I am thy Will

Potent with splendour, radiant and sublime,

Expanding like far space star-lit and still

Into the distant mystic realm of Time.

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