Down your knees still
There below\'s along a crystal puddle.
Much tears to hold pieces like many granules
Of which the bigger\'d descend anew, and wonders appear yet, the obscuring;
And shook and let out a whoop whilst felt doubtless of the secure water too.
But soul glancing \"Oh, Shangri-La, whereabouts thy tolerance flee?
Will a sea\'s composed of any turbulent flow?\"
(Solely stamina reigned.) Towards where he could obviously stare is where so far would delight him. Life loses what she wanted!
Now his feet, although rest plight, soared-
Anything but I wanted.