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Whispered in parting tite swcet cords br thy whip.
Osweet-smellingjuice of cedar-
Lifc-ooze oflove!
My bife drips:
lis whisper is dic oniy sound ir> Ml dic world!
Finer thai> young sea-Iions’ ha] rs
Aremyeedar-strands:
They are fine as little roots deep down.
(Olittlerootsofcedar
Par, far under (he bosoni ofTsa-Kumts¡-
Tite>’ ¡uve plaited ber ¡hrough withlove.)
Now, jata my lovc-gift
Closely, sírongí>’, 1 will weave diem-
Uttiestrandsofpaln!
Sincelsawthee
Standing with thy torcli ix> my doorway,
Titeir little roots are deep in mc.
In titedawn 1 gathered cedar-boughs:
Sweet, swcet was ilicirodor,
They were wet witli tears.
Tite sweetness will not ¡cave ¡ny liands,
No, aol in salt sea-washings:
Tcars will noÉ wash away swectncss.
¡ sball have swect hands lar tI»’ service.
(Ah-sometimes-thou wilt be gentie?
Little rools of pain are deep, deep ¡a me
Since 1 saw ¡hee s my doorway.>
1 have quenched tb>’ torch-
¡ hayo plaited thy whip.
1am thy Wonianl