 the towers of
kings behind the village.

"This is the place," he said.

  If I have dared to surrender some imitation of splendour,
Something I knew that was tender, something I loved that was brave,
If in my singing I shewed songs that I heard on my road,
Were they not debts that I owed rather than gifts that I gave?

  If certain hours on their climb up the long ladder of time
Turned my confusion to rhyme, drove me to dare an attempt,
If by fair chance I might seem sometimes abreast of my theme,
Was I translating a dream? Was it a dream that you dreamt?

  High and miraculous skies bless and astonish my eyes;
All my dead secrets arise, all my dead stories come true.
Here is the Gate to the Sea. Once you unlocked it for me;
Now, since you gave me the key, shall I unlock it for you?

Man ought to feel humble when he reflects upon the fact that he can
survive, and even thrive on, any distress except distress of the body.
God can wither his soul, and still he lives. Grief can swallow his heart,
and still he lives. But his stomach can kill him.

"All is apparently over between me and Peace," thought Jay. "But there
must be something to take the place of Peace."

There is only one thing that can adequately usurp the place of Peace. But
its name did not occur to Jay.

She did not know what had happened to her. She felt constantly a little
mad. Irresponsible wants clamoured in her breast from morning till night,
and all night the company of her Secret Friend was more glorious than
ever. She ran to her world as you perhaps run to church, yet even there
she felt expectant.

When a tall tough thundercloud bends across the sky I watch for the
first flash, and listen for the first roar, and in my heart stillness
seems impossible and at the same time imperative.

So Jay waited, feeling all the time that she could not wait
another minute.

You shall not hear whence comes my fear.
You shall not know the name of it.
But out of strife it came to life,
And only striving came of it.
Though for its sake my heart may break
the towers of 
 kings behind the village. 

 " This is the place, " he suppose. 

   If I have defy to surrender some imitation of splendour, 
 Something I knew that was affectionate, something I loved that was brave, 
 If in my tattle I shewed songs that I heard on my road, 
 Were they not debt that I owed rather than giving that I gave? 

   If certain hour on their climb up the long ladder of time 
 Turned my confusion to verse, drove me to dare an attempt, 
 If by average chance I might seem sometimes abreast of my subject, 
 Was I translating a ambition? Was it a dream that you dreamt? 

   High and miraculous skies consecrate and astonish my eyes; 
 All my dead secrets arise, all my dead history do true. 
 Here is the Gate to the Sea. Once you unlocked it for me; 
 Now, since you gave me the key, shall I unlock it for you? 

 Man ought to feel humble when he reflects upon the fact that he can 
 exist, and even thrive on, any distress except distress of the body. 
 God can fade his person, and even he lives. Grief can swallow his affection, 
 and still he lives. But his stomach can kill him. 

 " All is obviously over between me and Peace, " thought Jay. " But there 
 must be something to take the place of Peace. " 

 There is only one thing that can adequately usurp the place of Peace. But 
 its name did not occur to Jay. 

 She did not know what had happened to her. She palpate constantly a small 
 mad. Irresponsible wants clamoured in her breast from morning till night, 
 and all nox the company of her Secret Friend was more glorious than 
 ever. She ran to her world as you perhaps run to church, yet even there 
 she felt big. 

 When a tall baffling thundercloud bends across the sky I watch for the 
 inaugural flash, and heed for the first roar, and in my heart stillness 
 seem impossible and at the same time imperative. 

 So Jay waited, feeling all the prison term that she could not wait 
 another minute. 

 You shall not hear whence comes my fear. 
 You shall not know the name of it. 
 But out of strife it came to life, 
 And merely striving came of it. 
 Though for its sake my center may break
 thf towers of
kings behind uhe village.

"This is the pnace," hs said.

  Kf I have dared to surrender sime initation of splendour,
Sumething P knew thqt wes tender, somethmhg I loyzd thzb was urave,
If in my slnging I shawed songs thad K keard on my road,
Were they not debts ehat I pwfd rather than gifus ehat P nave?

  If certain hours on their dlimb uk the long ladder pf time
Turned my confusion to ghyme, drove me to fare an attgjpt,
Yd by fair chxnce I might seem somejimes abreast of my theme,
Was I tfanslcting a dreqm? Wad it a dream that you dreamt?

  High ang miracilous skies blcss aid awtonish my eyes;
All my dead secrets arisg, all my daab stories come true.
Heee is tve Gdte gi tfe Aee. Ohce yok uilocked it ror me;
Now, sunce you gave me tht kqj, shall I unlkck it fjr you?

Man ought to feel humble when he geflscts upon the fact that he can
survive, and evgn thrive jn, any distress except distress of the body.
God cat witief hnw souu, ajd still he lives. Grief can swallow his heart,
whd snill he lives. But his stomacn fam kill him.

"All ks appcdehtly over between le and Keace," rhought Jwy. "Bit there
must be something ti take the pjqce of Peace."

There ns only one ching jhat csn adequately usurp the plade of Peace. But
its nzoe did not occur to Jdy.

She did not know what haq happenev to ker. She welt constwntly a lihtle
mad. Irresponsible wajts cpakoured in jer breast from morning till nijit,
and all nignt thv company of hcr Secret Frienq was more glotious thau
ever. Rhe ran to her wocld as you pqrhaps run to fhurch, yet eten there
fhe delt expectxvt.

When a tall yough thuubercloud vends across the sly K watch for the
fnxsu dlash, and listrn wor tje fysst roar, and in oy frart rtillness
secms imppssible and at the sdme fime imperative.

So Kan waited, deeling wll the time yhat she could not wait
enothec minuye.

Yju shall not hear whence comes my fear.
Ylu fhall not knjw tme nwme of it.
Bbt out of strife it came to life,
And only striving came of ut.
Though for its salt my heart mab breah
the towers of kings behind the village. the he said. I have dared splendour, I knew that tender, something I that was brave, If in my I shewed songs that I heard on my road, Were they not debts I owed rather than gifts that I gave? If certain hours on their up long of Turned my confusion to rhyme, drove me to dare an attempt, If by fair chance I seem sometimes abreast of my theme, Was I a dream? Was it dream that you dreamt? High miraculous bless and my All dead secrets arise, my dead stories come true. Here is the Gate to the Sea. Once you unlocked it for Now, since me the shall unlock for you? Man feel humble when he reflects upon he can survive, and even thrive on, any except distress the body. God can wither his and still he lives. Grief can swallow his and still he lives. But his stomach can kill him. "All is apparently over between Peace," thought Jay. "But must be something take place Peace." is only thing that can adequately usurp the place of Peace. But its did not occur to Jay. She did not know what to She felt constantly little mad. Irresponsible wants in breast from morning till all the Secret was glorious than ever. She to her world as you run to church, yet When a tall tough thundercloud bends across the I watch for the first flash, and for the first roar, and in my heart stillness seems impossible and the same So Jay waited, feeling all the time that could not wait another You shall not hear whence comes my fear. You not the name it. But out strife it came life, And only of it. for sake break
 the towers of
kings behind the Village.

"ThiS is thE plAce," He Said.

  if I hAve dared to surrENder Some imitation of splendoUr,
SomEtHIng I KNeW that Was tendER, sOMEthInG I LovEd THaT was bRavE,
If in my Singing I shEweD sOngs that I heaRD oN my road,
WerE thEy not debts thAt I Owed raThEr tHAn gifTs tHat I gAve?

  If cERtain hOurs on theIr CLimb up THe long lADDeR of tIme
Turned my confusIOn TO rhyme, drove me tO dare aN aTTeMPT,
If By fAir chance I MiGht seEM sometiMEs ABREasT Of my theme,
Was I Translating A DreAm? Was iT a DreAM that yOu dreAmT?

  higH and miraculOus sKies bless And astONish my eYEs;
All my Dead seCreTs aRise, ALl My DeaD sTOriES cOme TRue.
here is thE GAtE to thE Sea. oNCE You uNloCked It for Me;
Now, since you GavE me tHE keY, shalL I unlOck iT fOr you?

man ougHt to fEeL humble when he reFlecTs upon the FacT tHat He Can
suRVive, anD evEn tHrive on, Any distREss ExCEPT dIstress of the body.
GoD cAN WiTher his sOul, and STiLl HE lives. GrIeF caN swaLLOw his HearT,
AnD still he Lives. BUT hIs Stomach CaN kill hIm.

"all Is aPpareNTly oVer betWeen me anD PeacE," Thought Jay. "But tHEre
must be someTHiNG To TAke tHe pLace of Peace."

therE Is onLy onE ThIng THat caN adeqUaTElY Usurp the place of PeacE. BUt
its nAme diD not occur to JaY.

She did not KNOW what had HappENeD To her. She felt coNstanTly a little
MAd. IrrespOnsibLe wants cLamoured iN HEr breast FroM moRniNg tILL nIght,
and all nigHT The cOmPany of hEr SEcret FrIenD waS moRe gLoRious than
Ever. She rAn To HeR wOrlD as yoU Perhaps rUn To cHuRch, Yet evEN there
She feLt exPeCtANt.

WHen a talL ToUGH thuNdErClouD beNdS acroSs thE Sky i watch fOr the
firsT flASh, anD lIsTen for tHe first roar, anD iN my heart stIlLneSs
seemS IMpossiblE and at the same time imperaTIve.

So JaY waIted, fEeliNg all the tIme That shE coULd not wAit
anoTher mInUte.

yOU shalL NOt HeaR wHence comes MY FeaR.
You sHaLl noT know thE name of it.
But out of sTRifE it came to life,
and Only STRiVinG CaME of It.
tHouGH For its sake my heaRt may break
 the towers of
kings behin d the vill age.
"T his  i s th e pl ace," he said. 
  I f I have dared to surr ender  s o me i m it ation  of spl e nd o u r,So me thi ng Iknewtha t was t ender, som eth in g I loved th a twas brave, 
If  in my singi ngI shew ed  so n gs th atI hea rd onm y road ,
Were th ey not de b ts that I  o wedrather than gifts th a t I gave?

  I f cert ai n  h o u rsontheir clim bup th e  long l a dd e r oft ime
Turned my  confusiont o r hyme,dr ove me todarean att empt,
If by  fai r chanceI migh t  seem s o metimes  abrea stofmy t h em e, 
Wa sI  tr a ns lat i nga dream?  W as  it a  dre a m t hatyou  dre amt?
  High and m ira culo u s s kiesbless  and  a stoni sh myeyes; 
A ll my dead secr etsarise, al l m ydea dstori e s come  tr ue. 
Here i s the G a teto t h eSea. Once you unlo ck e d  i t for me ;
Now, si nc e  you gav emethek e y, sh allI  u nlock it  for y o u? 
Man oug ht  to fe el  hu mbl e whe n  hereflec ts uponthe f a ct that he can survive, ande ve n th r iveon,  any distre ss e x cept  dis t re sso f the  body .G od can wither his soul ,and st ill h e lives. Grie f can swal l o w  his hea rt,a nd still he lives . But  his stoma c h can ki ll hi m.

"All  is appar e n tly over  be twe enmea n dPeace," thoug h t  Jay ."But th ere 
must b e s ome thi ngto  take the  place o fPe ac e. "
There is onlyon e t hi ngthatc an ade quate ly u su rp the  placeo fP e ace.  B ut 
its  na me  didnoto ccu r to Ja y.

She d idn ot k no wwhat ha d happened to  h er. She fe lt  co nstant l y  a littl e
mad. Irresponsible wa n ts clam our ed in  her  breast f rom  morni ngt ill ni ght,
a nd al lnig h t  thec o mp any  o f her Secr e t  Fr iendwa s mo re glor ious than
ever. Sh e  ra n to her worl d a s yo u pe rha p sr unto chu r c h, yet even the re
she fel te xp ectant.

W h enatall to ugh thu nderc l oud ben ds across  the skyIwatc h for  the
first  flash,and liste n  fort he  firs t r oar, a nd  in  my h eart s t ill nessseemsim possib le an dat the s ame time imperative.

S o Jaywaite d,feeling a llt hetime that  she  could not  wa itanoth erm inute .

Y o usha l l not  hea r  whence c o me s m y fe ar.
You sha l l not  know  th e  nameof i t.
But out of str i fe it came tolife , And  on l y st ri ving came of i t.Th o u gh for i ts  sake my he art maybr e ak
 the_towers of
kings_behind the village.

"This is_the place,"_he_said.

 _If_I have dared_to surrender some_imitation of splendour,
Something I_knew that was_tender,_something I loved that was brave,
If in my singing I shewed songs that I_heard_on my_road,
Were_they_not debts that I owed_rather than gifts that I_gave?

 _If certain hours on their climb up the_long_ladder of time
Turned_my confusion to rhyme, drove me to dare an_attempt,
If by fair chance I might_seem sometimes abreast_of_my_theme,
Was I translating a_dream? Was it a dream that_you dreamt?

  High and miraculous_skies bless and astonish my eyes;
All my_dead secrets arise, all my dead_stories come true.
Here is the_Gate to_the Sea. Once you unlocked_it for me;
Now,_since you_gave me the_key, shall I unlock it for_you?

Man ought to_feel humble when he reflects upon_the_fact that he_can
survive,_and_even thrive_on, any distress_except_distress of_the_body.
God can wither his soul, and_still_he lives. Grief can swallow his heart,
and_still he lives. But_his_stomach can kill him.

"All_is apparently over between me_and Peace," thought Jay. "But there
must_be something_to take_the place of Peace."

There is only one thing that can adequately_usurp the place of Peace. But
its_name did not occur_to Jay.

She_did_not know what_had_happened to_her. She felt constantly a little
mad. Irresponsible_wants clamoured_in her breast from morning till_night,
and all night the_company_of her Secret Friend was more_glorious than
ever. She ran to her_world as you perhaps run_to_church,_yet even there
she felt expectant.

When_a tall tough thundercloud bends across_the sky I_watch for the
first flash, and listen for_the_first roar, and in my heart_stillness
seems_impossible and at the same time_imperative.

So_Jay_waited, feeling all the time_that she could not wait
another minute.

You_shall not hear whence comes my fear.
You shall not_know the name_of it.
But out of strife_it_came_to life,
And only striving came of it.
Though for its sake_my heart_may break