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THE SILVER WAY

Your welcome to day. . . .I am the wind.
IV.The loud golden sunlightTouches your hand in the shadowed gloom,Wakes it to rosy splendor. . . .It draws you slowly to the open window,And makes your lips a scented flame. . . .I am the sunlight.
V.The dew-dusted rosePowders its living perfume on you;You yield yourself to its clasp. . . .I am the rose.
VI.At the blank midnight,Under the restless seas of heaven,Where dim flotillas pitch,With golden-lanterned prowsAnd crimson stars at their sterns,A quiet moonbeam presses its silvery wayTo where you breathe and sleep. . . .I am the moonbeam.

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