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Then I, a certain god, Curious to know What it is in pools and stars That drives men and women Over the earth in this quest, Waited for mad Frederick And then I heard his step. I knew that long ago RedWing Shoes Etnies Arto SteveMadden Shoes Pumaroma He sat by one of these pools Enraptured of a star's image And that hands, for his own good, As they said, Dumped clay into the pool And blotted his star. And I knew that after that He had said: "They will never spy again Upon my ecstasy. They will never see me watching one star. I will fly by rivers And by little brooks And by the edge of lakes And by little bends of water Where no wind blows, And glance at stars as I pass-- They will never spy again Upon my ecstasy." Crock Shoes Reef Sandles Teva Sandles And I knew that mad Frederick In this flight Through years of restlessness and madness Was caught by the image of a star In a mere beyond a meadow, Down from a hill, under a forest, And had said: "No one sees; Here I can find life Through vision of eternal things!" But they had followed him. They stood on the brow of the hill, And when they saw him gazing into the water They rolled a great stone down the hill, And shattered the star's image. Then mad Frederick fled with laughter. It echoed through the wood. And he said, "I will look for moons. I will punish them who disturb me, By worshipping moons." But when he sought moons They left him alone. And he did not want the moons. And he was alone, and sick from the moons, And covered as with a white blankness, Which was the worst madness of all. And I, a certain god, Waiting for mad Frederick To enter this place of pools and stars, Saw him at last. With a sigh he looked about upon his fellows Sitting or standing by their pools. And some of the pools were covered with scum And some were glazed as of filth And some were grown with weeds And some were congealed as of the north wind And a few were yet pure And held the star's image. And by these some sat and were glad. Others had lost the vision: The star was there, but its meaning vanished. And mad Frederick going here and there With no purpose Only curious and interested As I was, a certain god, Came by a certain pool And saw a star. He shivered. He clasped his hands. He sank to his knees. He touched his lips to the water! Then voices from the limbs of the trees muttered: "There he is again." "He must be driven away." "The pool is not his." "He does not belong here." So as when bats fly in a cave They swooped from their hidings in the trees And dashed themselves in the pool. But no matter; They were thoughts evil and envious And selfish and dull, But with power to destroy. And mad Frederick turned away from the pool And covered his eyes with his arms. Then a certain god Of less power than mine Came and sat beside me and said: "Why do you allow this to be? They are all seeking, Why do you not let them find their heart's delight? Why do you allow this to be?" But I did not answer. The lesser god did not know That only the God has the power And that this must be In spite of all lesser gods. And I saw mad Frederick Arise and ascend to the top of a high hill. And I saw him find the star Whose image he had seen in the pool. Then he knelt and prayed: "Give me to understand, O star, Your inner self, your eternal spirit, That I may have you and not images of you, So that I may know what has driven me through the world, And may cure my soul. For I know that you are Eternal Love And I can never escape you. And if I cannot escape you Then I must serve you. And if I must serve you It must be to good and not ill-- You have brought me from the forest of pools And the images of stars, Here to the hill's top. Where now do I go? And what shall I do?" |