Of Our Spiritual Strivings
O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand,All night long crying with a mournful cry,As I lie and listen, and cannot understandThe voice of my heart in my side or the voice of the sea,O water, crying for rest, is it I, is it I?All night long the water is crying to me.
Unresting water, there shall never be restTill the last moon droop and the last tide fail,And the fire of the end begin to burn in the west;And the...
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