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I. HEDONIST
‘Open to him who standeth at thy door,
To him whose travail hath been sore and hard,
To him whose visage is so greatly marred;
Open to him, dear soul, he doth implore.
Lo, one may track him by the drops of gore
His wounded feet have shed on stone and sward;
Keep not thy door against him closely barred;
Open to him, once and for evermore.’
To him whose travail hath been sore and hard,
To him whose visage is so greatly marred;
Open to him, dear soul, he doth implore.
Lo, one may track him by the drops of gore
His wounded feet have shed on stone and sward;
Keep not thy door against him closely barred;
Open to him, once and for evermore.’
‘Nay, for blithe music and the dancers' feet
Are in my house, and all is beauty and light;
Why should I suffer anguish of the night
To enter in and spoil the fair, the sweet?
He would not dance to any pipings meet;—
Hence, pilgrim, hence, and trouble not my sight!’
Are in my house, and all is beauty and light;
Why should I suffer anguish of the night
To enter in and spoil the fair, the sweet?
He would not dance to any pipings meet;—
Hence, pilgrim, hence, and trouble not my sight!’
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