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Poem XXXII

II. 103. nâco re mero man, matta hoy

Dance, my heart! dance to-day with joy.
The strains of love fill the days and the nights with music, and
  the world is listening to its melodies:
Mad with joy, life and death dance to the rhythm of this music.
  The hills and the sea and the earth dance. The world of man
  dances in laughter and tears.
Why put on the robe of the monk, and live aloof from the world in
  lonely pride?
Behold! my heart dances in the delight of a hundred arts; and
  the Creator is well pleased.