spoken of the infectious melody, whose notes suggest the very spirit of the Indian flute. In the use of the refrain and other devices, the songs of The Gardener betray an exuberant delight in lyric art; they depend on music, and the music tempts him to a more rapid flight in his invocations and love passages.
In the fifth song the flute itself brings the verse to its climax and gives the refrain:
I am restless, I am athirst for far-away things,
My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirts of the dim distance.
O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.
I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger in a strange land.
Thy breath comes to me whispering an impossible hope.
Thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own.
O Far-to-seek, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I know not the way, that I have
not the winged horse.
From this song and refrain we can imagine with what swaying movement and lightness of step the music leads the original Indian words to their melody. In these versions the pattern on the page often looks definite as that of any
