63 (my kings road that lies)

MY KING'S road that lies still before my house makes my heart wistful.

It stretches its beckoning hand towards me; its silence calls me out of my home; with dumb entreaties it kisses my feet at every step.

It leads me on I know not to what abandonment, to what sudden gain or surprises of distress.

I know not where its windings end-

But my King's road that lies still before my house makes my heart

wistful.

 

 

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