And inasmuch as feeling, the East's gift, Is quick and transient, comes, and lo is gone, While Northern thought is slow and durable.
And inasmuch as feeling, the East's gift, Is quick and transient, comes, and lo is gone, While Northern thought is slow and durable.
Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.
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