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THEME/S
Gautama
He sat aloof
Under the inhospitable roof
Of the nocturnal sky's indifference;
And lifted up
To its lost legendary spirithood
Worn hands of naked years—the chill stars stole
Passion and pride from his face, leaving a bare
Inscrutable glow beneath the uncrowned hair....
Yet each heart-beat of his rough solitude
Was a drop of unknown sweetness gathered in a cup
Of perfect life for the intense Burning and barren desert-lips of the world-soul!
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