Our little love and hate,
Our hunger and our fear,
Pass to a solemn state
Pregnant with hope and fate.
O Orpheus, we are here!
THE EARTH
Life hidden in death,
Life shrined in the soul,
Life bright for his breath,
Life dark for his goal,
I am Mother, and Burier, and Friend—-
Look thou to the end!
I am Light in thy Love,
Iam Love in thy Life.
I am cloistered above
Where the stars are at strife.
I am life in thy light, and thy death
Is part of my breath.
My voices are many,
Thy lyre is but one;
But thou art not as any
Soul under the sun!
Thou hast power for an hour
The motherly dower.
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