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In Morning i barrow and Lend at night
When I woke in the morning, I saw a wealth of sun, As a bird-song faded,its singing just done Sunlight I asked: Can you spare a spark of your heat? Bird I asked: Can you lend a sweet note of your song? Grass I inquired of:Can I beg a blade of new green? Conch-weed I conjured: Can I share one beam of your opening brightness? Wind I pleaded with: Can I take from your flowing a shadow of breath? Wave I questioned: Can I have a hair's width of your heady leap? Sky I asked:Can I barrow your boundless for the space of one wink? All I ask for a share and all gave, And I live, for living,in fact,adds only to these: Warm sweetness, fragrant green,opening brightness,heady resilient flowing In boundless being,aware Of all such borrowed goods
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