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Lovers Gifts XLVIII: I Travelled the Old Road
I travelled the old road every day, I took my fruits to the market,
my cattle to the meadows, I ferried my boat across the stream and
all the ways were well known to me.
One morning my basket was heavy with wares.
Men were busy in
the fields, the pastures crowded with cattle; the breast of earth
heaved with the mirth of ripening rice.
Suddenly there was a tremor in the air, and the sky seemed to
kiss me on my forehead.
My mind started up like the morning out of
I forgot to follow the track.
I stepped a few paces from the
path, and my familiar world appeared strange to me, like a flower
I had only known in bud.
My everyday wisdom was ashamed.
I went astray in the fairyland
It was the best luck of my life that I lost my path that
morning, and found my eternal childhood.
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