Ballad
The days full of sunshine, the nights full of stars, and occasionally storms when day turns to night, and fluttering ribands, and mourning habiliments, and a beggar's want, and princely splendor. On the streams of the tears there used to come sailing the boat with the songs, the rare boat, with treasures from lands that have no name, from seas of as yet unmeasured depth .
The boat of the songs has snowy sails and its leaders are God and the wind, and its goals are fleecy clouds—at the steering wheel a dreamy child used to sit. The slow rudder would magically caress the foaming waves which refuse to rest——the dreamy child would call me “brother” and God's voice in the wind called me “son.”
My soul would enter the boat of songs, as a saint enters Paradise; and in the stream of tears God's stars would double the light like weeping eyes. In only a half night as if by magic the journey spanned from world's end to end, and wherever there was a nest of human settlement I spread my hands in benediction .
The boat of the songs has snowy sails and its leaders are God and the wind, and its goals are fleecy clouds—at the steering wheel a dreamy child used to sit. The slow rudder would magically caress the foaming waves which refuse to rest——the dreamy child would call me “brother” and God's voice in the wind called me “son.”
My soul would enter the boat of songs, as a saint enters Paradise; and in the stream of tears God's stars would double the light like weeping eyes. In only a half night as if by magic the journey spanned from world's end to end, and wherever there was a nest of human settlement I spread my hands in benediction .
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