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Midday of life! My second youth’s delight! My summer’s park! Unrestful joy to long, to lurk, to hark! I peer for friends!⁠—am ready day and night, For my new friends. Come! Come! The time is right!

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This song is done⁠—the sweet sad cry of rue Sang out its end; A wizard wrought it, he the timely friend, The midday-friend⁠—no, do not ask me who; At midday ’twas, when one became as two.

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We keep our Feast of Feasts, sure of our bourne, Our aims selfsame: The Guest of Guests, friend Zarathustra, came! The world now laughs, the grisly veil was torn, And Light and Dark were one that wedding-morn.