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THE HEART OF THE WATER.
O the ache in the heart of the water that lies Underground in the desert, unopened, unknown, While the seeds lie unbroken, the blossoms unblown, And the traveller wanders—the traveller dies! O the joy in the heart of the water that flows From the well in the desert,—a desert no more,— Bird-music and blossoms and harvest in store, And the white shrine that showeth the traveller knows!
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