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| + | : I believe in brain : | ||
| + | Tell we where thou art : | ||
| + | : There thou wilt remain ! | ||
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| + | Tell me where I stand : | ||
| + | : Look again for me, – | ||
| + | Search the sea, the land – | ||
| + | : I am gone from thee ! | ||
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| + | I am gone beyond | ||
| + | : Where thou wert and art : | ||
| + | Be not over-fond, | ||
| + | : Therefore, of thy heart !}} | ||
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Revision as of 09:59, 21 April 2022
from Adyar archives of the International Theosophical Society
vol. 3 (1875-1878)
< The Kobolds Have Come (continued from page 3-252) >
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Heart and Brain
Don’t believe in heart ? |
Singing to the Moon
Not a modern Endymion, but a Disconsolate Widower
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