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PART II - CHAPTER XI

instruments, when the musician is unhappy, when his person is defiled, when incense has not been freshly lighted, or when in the presence of an unsympathetic listener. If it will not sing tonight, my lord, which of these abhorrences is present?"
He became grave then, saying :
" No, my heart; I know that once it would not give forth its voice because I was that abhorrence, an unsympathetic listener. But now? Let your fingers sing the old songs of love, the songs of the poets."
Then did I rise and fetch my harp, and laying it upon the little stone table beside him, I stood and touched its strings while I meditated what to sing to him. At last I sang thus:

" Cool is the autumn wind,
Clear is the autumn moon.
The dead leaves fall and scatter again;
A raven, frost-smitten, starts from the tree.
Where are you, Beloved?
Shall I meet you once more?
Ah, my heart weeps to-night
I am alone!"

Then did this sad refrain echo again and again from the strings, long after my fingers ceased to

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