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He smiled, saying, "Seek her throughout the world."
I said, "Why tell me of the world? My world is here, between these wallsand the sheet of glass above; here among gilded flagons and dull jewelledarms, tarnished frames and canvasses, black chests and high-backedchairs, quaintly carved and stained in blue and gold."
"For whom do you wait?" he said, and I answered, "When she comes I shallknow her."
On my hearth a tongue of flame whispered secrets to the whitening ashes.In the street below I heard footsteps, a voice, and a song.
"For whom then do you wait?" he said, and I answered, "I shall know her."
Footsteps, a voice, and a song in the street below, and I knew the songbut neither the steps nor the voice.
"Fool!" he cried, "the song is the same, the voice and steps have butchanged with years!"
On the hearth a tongue of flame whispered above the whitening ashes:"Wait no more; they have passed, the steps and the voice in the streetbelow."
Then he smiled, saying, "For whom do you wait? Seek her throughout theworld!"
I answered, "My world is here, between these walls and the sheet of glassabove; here among gilded flagons and dull jewelled arms, tarnished framesand canvasses, black chests and high-backed chairs, quaintly carved andstained in blue and gold."
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