AMONG DAUGHTERS OF THE DESERT
��" Go not away ! " said then the wanderer who called himself Zarathustra's shadow. " Remain with us ; otherwise we might be attacked again by the old gloomy affliction.
That wizard hath already shown us something of his worst, and, behold, the good pious pope there hath tears in his eyes, and hath again set full sail for the sea of melancholy.
These things there, it is true, will in our presence still display good humour, which they have learnt to- day better than any of us ! But if they had no wit- ness, I wager, with them also the evil game would begin anew.
The evil game of wandering clouds, of damp melan- choly, of veiled heavens, of stolen suns, of howling autumn-storms ;
The evil game of our howling and crying for help ! Stay with us, O Zarathustra ! Here is much hidden misery that will speak, much evening, much cloud, much damp air !
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