Was not all your pleasure stored therein?
What makes you lose your heart to the sky—the sky that is boundless?
Answer
While I rested within bounds I was content. But when I soared into vastness
I found I could sing.
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Messenger, morning brought you, habited in gold.
After sunset your song wore a tune of ascetic grey, and then came night.
Your message was written in bright letters across black.
Why is such splendour about you to lure the heart of one who is nothing?
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