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Where two fair paths, deep flowered And leaf-embowered, Creep East and West across a World concealed, Which shall he take who journeys far afield?

Canst thou then say, "I go," Or "I forego"? What turns thee East or West, as thistles blow? Is fair more fair than fair—and dost thou know?

Turn to the West, unblessed And uncaressed; Turn to the East, and, seated at the Feast Thou shalt find Life, or Death from Life released.

And thou who lovest best A maid dark-tressed, And passest others by with careless eye, Canst thou tell why thou choosest? Tell, then; why?

So when thy kiss is given Or half-forgiven, Why should she tremble, with her face flame-hot, Or laugh and whisper, "Love, I tremble not"?