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IN THE beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God's dream two women. One is the dancer at the court of paradise, the desired of men, she who laughs and plucks the minds of the wise from their cold meditations and of fools from their emptiness; and scatters them like seeds with careless hands in the extravagant winds of March, in the flowering frenzy of May.
The other is the crowned queen of heaven, the mother, throned on the fullness of golden autumn; she who in the harvest-time brings straying hearts to the smile sweet as tears, the beauty deep as the sea of silence,- brings them to the temple of the Unknown, at the holy confluence of Life and Death

FOR WHAT GREAT reward of my merit,
O Beautiful,
had I, a meadow-flower, once taken my place
in the chain on thy neck?
The newly-wakened eyes of the earth
were glad on that day,
and the lute, at the touch of the Ever-new,
broke out in melodies of dawn.
If that flower fades and drops to the earth
at the dim hour of the day,
when the bird's songs are languid,
let the evening wind sweep it away across the dark,
following thy departing steps,
never leaving it to be trodden to the dust
by the careless moments.