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I am a blossom of the plain;

Carry me back from the avenue

To mountain and wilderness again

Where air’s to breathe, and the vast to view.

Far from self I have gone astray,

Learnt me the foxy and furtive wont;

Carry me, helpers of the way,

Back to the reeds, my ancient haunt.

Once I had a word in my heart;

Now it has vanished from my breast;

Though I am old, let me depart

Back to the school that taught me best.

I am a hushed and silent lute;

Now in my head is a new, sweet air;

O let my strings be no longer mute,

Take me to him whom will repair.

In this night that enshroudeth me

Sufficient sun is my ancient brand;

Take away from my dormitory

The shuttered lamp that is in thy hand.

Lo, to the slaves I have declareed

True kingship’s innermost mystery;

I am a slave who greatly erred;

To the king for judgement O carry me!