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ici1.11hLiber 7, Cap. V, recomp leading 14.5
- O my beautiful God! I swim in Thy heart like a trout in the mountain
torrent.
- I leap from pool to pool in my joy; I am goodly with brown and gold and
silver.
- Why, I am lovelier than the russet autumn woods at the first snowfall.
- And the crystal cave of my thought is lovelier than I.
- Only one fish-hook can draw me out; it is a woman kneeling by the bank
of the stream. It is she that pours the bright dew over herself, and into the
sand so that the river gushes forth.
- There is a bird on yonder myrtle; only the song of that bird can draw me
out of the pool of Thy heart, O my God!
- Who is this Neapolitan boy that laughs in his happiness? His lover is
the mighty crater of the Mountain of Fire. I saw his charred limbs borne down
the slopes in a stealthy tongue of liquid stone.
- And Oh! the chirp of the cicada!
- I remember the days when I was cacique in Mexico.
- O my God, wast Thou then as now my beautiful lover?
- Was my boyhood then as now Thy toy, Thy joy?
- Verily, I remember those iron days.
- I remember how we drenched the bitter lakes with our torrent of gold; how
we sank the treasurable image in the crater of Citlaltepetl.
- How the good flame lifted us even unto the lowlands, setting us down in
the impenetrable forest.