of the trees leaning over the rivers
adjusting and readjusting their coiffures.
of the brook gliding by
laughing as the rocks tickle it.
of the moon
bringing in its trail the princesses
of the sky-the stars.
of music ascending to the heavens
carrying the heart and souls of the listeners.
"Lines from the Night,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 9
, Article 20.
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