If the red slayer think he slays,
or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not the subtle ways,
I keep and pass and turn again.
Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and Sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear
and one to me are shame and fame.
They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wimgs;
I am the doubter and the doubt
And I am the hymn the Brahmin sings.
The strong gods pine for my abode
And pine in vain the Sacred Seven
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me and turn thy back on Heaven.
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My Poetry and Quotes
Some poetry that I wrote myself, and some I didnt. None of the quotes that you will be seeing are my own.
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