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trust。 I pause; my dreaming spirit hears; Across the wind's unquiet tides; 



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                                THE GOLDEN THRESHOLD 



The glimmering music of your spears; The laughter of your royal brides。 

     In   vain;   O   Kings;   doth   time   aspire   To   make   your   names   oblivion's 

sport; While yonder hill wears like a tier The ruined grandeur of your fort。 

Though centuries falter and decline; Your proven strongholds shall remain 

Embodied memories of your line; Incarnate legends of your reign。 

     O   Queens;   in   vain   old   Fate   decreed   Your   flower…like   bodies   to   the 

tomb;   Death   is   in   truth the   vital   seed   Of   your   imperishable bloom  Each 

new…born year the bulbuls sing Their songs of your renascent loves; Your 

beauty wakens with the spring To kindle these pomegranate groves。 



              TO A BUDDHA SEATED ON A LOTUS 



     Lord Buddha; on thy Lotus…throne; With praying eyes and hands elate; 

What mystic rapture dost thou own; Immutable and ultimate? What peace; 

unravished of our ken; Annihilate from the world of men? 

     The wind of change for ever blows Across the tumult of our way; To… 

morrow's      unborn   griefs   depose   The   sorrows    of  our   yesterday。   Dream 

yields to dream; strife follows       strife; 

    And Death unweaves the webs of Life。 

    For us the travail and the heat; The broken secrets of our pride; The 

strenuous lessons of defeat; The flower deferred; the fruit denied; But not 

the peace; supremely won; Lord Buddha; of thy Lotus…throne。 

    With   futile   hands   we   seek   to   gain   Our   inaccessible   desire;   Diviner 

summits to attain; With faith that sinks and feet that tire; But nought shall 

conquer or control The heavenward hunger of our soul。 

     The end; elusive and afar; Still lures us with its beckoning flight; And 

all our mortal moments are A session of the Infinite。 How shall we reach 

the great; unknown Nirvana of thy Lotus…throne? 

     'end' 



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