And on a morning er, my garment is o t-place and bargain t perc.quot;

    And Almustafa looked upon t;Give me your garment.quot; And ood naked in the noonday.

    And Almustafa said in a voice t eed running upon a road: quot;Only tless ride times shall have a home-coming.

    quot;tired of t  yesterday t an angel said to me: e created ter.  else but fire can erase a s a to its core?

    quot;And I said: But in creating ed devils to govern  t yield to fire.

    quot;ise angel! o minister unto ts ed by t s smile, and weeps also whey weep.

    quot;My friends and my mariners, only ter sea. Only  ss under the spring.

    quot;For you are even like roots, and like roots are you simple, yet you , yet you he four winds.

    quot;You are frail and you are formless, yet you are t oaks, and of tterned of t the sky.

    quot;Once more I say, you are but roots bet tentimes o dance , but I s are ss so long t t o do s.

    quot;But May sless virgin, and s;

    And one eacer, t our o t;

    And Almustafa ans;You s your pathose who would live life in a garden.

    quot;But you so a summit  falls, and you sil te fledgling in a , and you somorros dream of spring.

    quot;Ay, and you s fountain-reams, and you s voices of t even hear.

    quot;You so t of t;

    And after a space one of t;Master, speak to us of being.  is it to be?quot;

    And Almustafa looked long upon ood up and ance aurning, ;In teryear, bougimes simes sogetohe sun.

    quot;But nooday to be is to be  a stranger to t is to be strong, but not to to play  as fat rates wheir games;

    quot;to be simple and guileless o sit  oak-trees, till h Spring;

    quot;to seek a poet to be at peace in ing, noting, and ion upon your lips;

    quot;to kno t and t one  t before the Crowned Prince;

    quot;to folloy even y is not, thing;

    quot;to be a garden   a guardian, a treasure-o passers-by;

    quot;to be robbed, ced, deceived, ay, misled and trapped and t  all to look do of your larger self and smile, kno t o your garden to dance in your leaves, and an autumn to ripen your grapes; kno if but one of your o t, you sy; kno all ters and deceivers are your brot you are percants of t City Invisible, above ty.

    quot;And noo you also  of our days and our nights—

    quot;to be is to be a  and space; to be a ploug you are reasure o be a fiser y for t, yet a still greater pity for the hunger and need of man.

    quot;And, above all, I say tners to to obtain your own good purpose.

    quot;My comrades and my beloved, be bold and not meek; be spacious and not confined; and until my final er self.quot;

    And  urned a his words.

    And beemple yearned for tion of uary; and t-place. to  turned unto him like weary and homeless birds seeking refuge.

    And Almustafa ance from them.

    And to reason among to seek excuse for to be gone.

    And beurned and  every man to  Almustafa, t alone.

    And o t beneatree h.

    And Almustafa cried out in t, and he said:

    quot;. ake and be satisfied? Is t one o come and break  upon my first yieldings to t of mine own abundance?

    quot;My soul is running over y one to come and drink?

    quot;Beanding at tretco ty me, and take from me. In Gods name, take out of my hands and console me.

    quot;But took out of his hand.

    quot;ould rat retco receive—ay, a s back empty to o stretc forts and find none to receive.

    quot;And beents betain and t and bade s to burn fire, a sign to tranger and t forto c t fetc. But t hey found no one.

    quot;ould rat prince   but aff and an eart nig s of nowheir dreaming.

    quot;And beer of t king rose from sleep and put upon  and tered musk upon oo  found her golden sandals.

    quot;In tillness of t ter of a plougending urning to  eventide  of t, and t.

    And  is upon teal eps to ts.

    quot;ould t ser burning  for incense, t  may rise to ting , a candle, for a ligoer ligogethose who love and are beloved.

    quot;ould rat s of years, sitting in t;

    And t afa , and  . And he cried again:

    quot;;

    .

    and be fulfilled?

    My soul is overfloh her wine.

    ?

    quot;ould t I ree floless,

    For tter than barrenness,

    And take

    Is greater to whom none would give.

    quot;ould t I o me;

    For tter and easier to be borne to be a source of living er

    drink.

    quot;ould t I rodden under foot,

    For t ter to be a lyre of silvery strings

    In a house whose lord has no fingers

    And w;

    Noo ts of other days.

    Only Karima came, e  for er setting these before him, she walked her way.

    And Almustafa came again to te poplars e, and  looking upon ter a  bloohem.

    And Almustafa advanced and met te, and all  an hour ago.

    t er t Karima  t of to t ter saying: quot;Give me leave t I go into ty and fetco replenis.quot;

    And ry, and ;Nay, for it is sufficient unto t;

    And te and drank and isfied. And  voice, deep as t tide under t;My comrades and my road-fello needs part teepest mountains and orms. e   s. Oftentimes   no. toget I go mine.

    quot;And t lands se us, still ain.

    quot;But before o you t and t:

    quot;Go you upon your  let eac die young upon your lips ss. quot;tell a lovely truttle  never an ugly trutell t ser of t if you sless, say not to  .

    quot;Listen to te-player as it ening to April, but if you sic and t-finder speak, be deaf as your oant as your fancy.

    quot;My comrades and my beloved, upon your als for fingers. And men ongues; give them honey words.

    quot;Ay, you s all t tc t te of temple.

    quot;to tness, to t you give of yourself to t needy of all, for surely no man retc possessions.

    quot;My comrades and my friends, I c you be countless pat, he sheep.

    quot;And remember teac giving, but receiving; not denial, but fulfilment; and not yielding, but understanding, he lips.

    quot;I teac silence, but rat over-loud.

    quot;I teacains all men.quot;

    And  out straigo trees as t a little distance, for t o th.

    Only Karima, after s by ts, came unto ;Master, I  you suffer me to prepare food against t;

    And  sa t;My sister, and my beloved, it is done, even from time. terday and our today.

    quot;I go, but if I go rut yet voiced, t very truts be scattered t ternity, and again s I may speak  of t of those boundless silences.

    quot;And if t of beauty t I  unto you, tafa, and I s you may kno is lacking, for God  suffer o be o lie covered in t of man.

    quot;I sh, and I shall sing in your ears

    Even after t sea-wave carries me back

    to t sea-depth.

    I s at your board t a body,

    And I so your fields, a spirit invisible.

    I so you at your fireside, a guest unseen.

    Deat t cover our faces.

    till a woodsman,

    the ploughman, a ploughman,

    And o t also to t;

    And till as stones, and grieved in t for t ;I go.quot; But no man put out o stay ter, nor did any folloer steps.

    And Almustafa  out from t  and t, like a blorong s.

    And t till stood in t, and s and t if I go rut yet voiced, t very trut;

    And no ide.

    And eps o t, and ood among te cypress-trees hings, and he spoke and said:

    quot;O Mist, my sister,  yet held in a mould,

    I return to you, a breate and voiceless,

    A  yet uttered.

    quot;O Mist, my er mist, ogether now,

    And togetill lifes second day,

    hose dawn shall lay you, dewdrops in a garden,

    And me a babe upon t of a woman,

    And we shall remember.

    quot;O Mist, my sister, I come back, a  listening in its depths,

    Even as your ,

    A desire throbbing and aimless even as your desire,

    A t not yet gat.

    quot;O Mist, my sister, first-born of my mother,

    My ill ter,

    And my lips are sealed upon the song you bade me sing;

    And I bring you no fruit, and I bring you no echoes

    For my hands were blind, and my lips unyielding.

    quot;O Mist, my sister, muche world loved me,

    For all my smiles were upon ears were in my eyes.

    Yet tween us a gulf of silence w abridge

    And I could not overstep.

    quot;O Mist, my sister, my deater Mist,

    I sang t songs unto my little children,

    And tened, and their face;

    But tomorrohe song,

    And I kno to whe song.

    And t  mine o it came to my

    And d for a moment upon my lips.

    quot;O Mist, my sister, to pass,

    I am at peace.

    It o those already born.

    And t mine,

    Yet it is of my s deepest desire.

    quot;O Mist, my sister, my sister Mist,

    I am one h you now.

    No longer am I a self.

    the walls have fallen,

    And the chains have broken;

    I rise to you, a mist,

    And toget upon til lifes second day,

    hen dawn shall lay you, dewdrops in a garden,

    And me a babe upon t of a ;