A SPIRITUAL DIALOGUE
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Last night I met Hermione, And eagerly she said to me: "Thoughts from the ambient everywhere Electrify our worldly air."
"My soul," I said, "grabs off such hints As butter, whether pats or prints, Receives and holds all unaware Small strands of drifting, golden hair. But have YOU thought, O Maiden fair, O, have you thought profoundly of The psychic consciousness in crows? Or why the Malay when in love Wears rubber earrings on his toes?"
The lady shook her lovely head — 'Twas coiffed divinely — and she said: "Have you reflected on the part Primeval instinct plays in Art? It's simply wonderful the way Old things grow new from day to day!"
"That's true," I said, "I often ape The Ape to get my Art in shape — And with the Simian going strong, Behold, another Rennysawng!"
"Perhaps," she said, "across the verge Of darkness, from the Cosmic Urge, The Light is speeding in bright waves, E'en now to show the way to slaves!"
"The thought," I said, "is cheerful — but These Swamis WILL chew betel-nut!"
"Alas!" she said, "alas! too true! But oh! it's wonderful of you To sympathize and understand —" (She gestured with a jeweled hand) — "The joy of being understood!"
"Our talk," I said, "has done me good."