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WOMAN, THOU hast made my days of exile tender with beauty,
and hast accepted me to thy nearness with a simple grace
that is like the smile with which the unknown star welcomed me
when I stood alone at the balcony and gazed upon the southern night.
There came the voice from above: 'We know you,
For you come as our guest from the dark of the infinite, the guest of light.'
Even in the same great voice thou hast cried to me: 'I know you.'
And though I know not thy tongue. Woman, I have heard it uttered
in thy music,
'You are ever our guest on this earth, poet, the guest of love.'
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