Almustafa, to urned to tich of remembrance.

    And as ood upon its prow, and  .

    And ;Beo to t is t she riddle save our own passion?

    quot;to t anoto sound  ry of our  on rock and sand?

    quot;For t needs turn to mist. tless nebulae o t become mist once more and learn of t is t so ts except it be broken unto passion and freedom?

    quot;For ever s of t  breaks  nurses our deeper sorro it is also to form and fasiny.quot;

    t;Master, you ained our longing for t you speak of sorro s;

    And ;Did I not speak of freedom, and of t  it is in pain I make pilgrimage to to a g of one slain come to kneel before t;

    And anot;Beitudes on told even to a you.quot;

    And Almustafa looked afar upon titudes, and  .

    t reaty.

    And ;And er ant land. it I  t I  do t  fall to to them for bread and wine.

    quot;I kno , but the sky.

    quot;Even so, loves ill upon me, and you, my mariners, still sail my vision, and I s be dumb. I s w, and I s;

    And troubled in ts because ;Master, teacand.quot;

    t;Brougo to be a teac yet oo young am I and too verdant to speak of aug self, whe deep.

    quot;Let  in ttercup or in a pincill till I s dreaming t  I s;

    And noered to tood once more amongst  cry arose from ts so t thin him.

    And t aing  , for t: quot; I s open my lips t t to t.quot;

    t;t;

    And enderness, for it hered her.

    And ;t my longing arry rod, nor did I sound ts times measurements and t