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into flower-covered tumuli, and there sprang
forth knights in mail, and kings with golden
crowns on, and there was the clang of harp
and shield; history acquired the life and fullness
of poetry – for a poet had entered there. He
saw the living visions; breathed the flowers’
fragrance; crushed the grapes, and drank the
sacred juice. But he himself knew not yet that
he was a poet – the bearer of light for times
and generations yet to come.
It was in the fresh, fragrant forest, in the
last hour of leave-taking. Love’s kiss, as the
farewell, was the initiatory baptism for the
future poetic life; and the fresh fragrance of
the forest became sweeter, the chirping of the
birds more melodious: there came sunlight and
cooling breezes. Nature becomes doubly delightful
where a poet walks.
And as there were two roads before Hercules,
so there were before him two roads, shown by
two figures, in order to serve him; the one an
old crone, the other a youth, beautiful as the
angel that led the young Tobias.
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