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Rh I have no words in which to tell you what I have in my mind. Leave me without regret, like the tree that sheds its flowers unheeding. Let me go out to all men,—for the world has claimed me from the King's hands.

Child, I do not understand you.

Father, you are a King. Be strong and fulfil your mission.

Child, is there no place for you here, where you were born? Is the burden of the world waiting for your little shoulders?

I dream, while I am awake, that the wind is wild, and the water is troubled; the night is dark, and the boat is moored in the haven. Where is the captain, who shall take the wanderers home? I feel I know the path, and the boat will thrill with life at my touch, and speed on.