THE EQUINOX
THE NYMPH [sing.]
In the well
Where I dwell,
It is cool, it is dusk;
But the truth
Of my youth
Is a palace of musk.
Truth comes bubbling to my brim
;
Light and night are one to Himl
In the dark
You may mark
The slow ooze of my springs,
But you know
Not the glow
Where the soul of me sings.
Truth comes bubbling to my brim ;
Life and death are one to Him!
There is cold
In the old
Grey gloom of my caves;
There is heat
In the beat
Of my passionate waves.
Truth comes bubbling to my brim ;
Love and hate are one to Him.
[They dance and return to the well.
R. and L. are now
seen
öehimi
the
grasses, she
sowing uþan
his
sima/der.]
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