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Whence come, O firmament, thy myriad lights? Whence comes thy sap, O vineyard of the heights?
 * Whence comes the perfume of the rose, and whence

The spirit-larva which the body blights?

Whence does the nettle get its bitter sting? Whence do the honey bees their honey bring?
 * Whence our Companions, too—our Whence and
 * Why?

O Soul, I do not know a single thing!