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 The Book of Poverty and Death Alone Thou wanderest through space,

Profound One with the hidden face;

Thou art Poverty's great rose,

The eternal metamorphose

Of gold into the light of sun.

Thou art the mystic homeless One;

Into the world Thou never came,

Too mighty Thou, too great to name;

Voice of the storm, Song that the wild wind sings,

Thou Harp that shatters those who play Thy strings!

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