"
The next "meditation," on the same page, had the word "Poetry"
for its head-line
"The children of Israel have been pent up in cities," it ran. "The
stuffy synagogue has been field and forest to them. But then there
is more beauty in a heaven visioned by a congregation of
worshipers than in the bluest heaven sung by the minstrel of
landscapes. They are not worshipers. They are poets. It is not God
they are speaking to. It is a sublime image. It is not their Creator.
It is their poetic creation."
Several of the poems were dedicated to Doctor Rachaeles, and of
these one of two stanzas seemed to contain a timid allusion to
Tevkin's love for his daughter. Here it is in prosaic English: "Saith
Koheleth, the son of David: 'All the rivers run into the sea, yet the
sea is not full.' Ah! the rivers are flowing and flowing, yet they are
full as ever. And my lips are speaking and speaking, yet my heart
is full as ever
"Behold! The brook is murmuring and murmuring, but I know not
of what. My heart is yearning and yearning, and I know not of
what.
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