Without Explanation
although the days float by
with neither link nor relation
to the days the sun keeps
in arabesques of emotion,
the self-assured sage
in his mind is in no real hurry,
plays around with thoughts,
tosses away every worry;
the surest there is in life,
he says, is uncertainty,
that which enthralls the heart
with hopeful anxiety,
that which thrills the soul
with fearful joy and expectation,
as in her return to him at last
without explanation !
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