How much further will you take me? Tell me at which port will drop anchor this golden boat you are steering? Whenever I ask you, lady from some foreign land, sweet-smiling, you only smile, I fail to understand what you have in mind. What does your move suggest? You point your finger in silence to the overflowing water, endless, to the sun at one end of the sky going down in the west. What is it we shall find there? Why are we travelling, in which quest? Tell me, I ask you, you stranger, Over ...

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The night was dark when she went away, and they slept. The night is dark now, and I call for her, "Come back, my darling; the world is asleep, and no one would know if you came for a moment while stars are gazing at stars." She went away when the trees were in bud and the spring was young. Now the flowers are in high bloom and I call, "Come back, my darling. The children gather and scatter flowers in reckless sport. And if you come and take the ...

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I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in the stream of the world. Our lives will be carried apart, and our love forgotten. But I am not so foolish as to hope that I could buy your heart with my gifts. Young is your life, your path long, and you drink the love we bring you at one draught and turn and run away from us. You have your play and your playmates. What harm is there if you have no time or thought for us. We, ...

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