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 "title": "The Lost Disciple",
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 "poet": "Ameen Rihani",
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 "language": "en",
 "book": "A Chant of Mystics and Other Poems",
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  "year": 1921,
  "venue": "A Chant of Mystics and Other Poems (1921)",
  "note": "First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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  "last_checked": "2026-08-20"
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  [
   {
    "text": "O Master, I can not adventure with thee;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "At the Door of the Dawn, in my lone wandering,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "I have broken my staff; for the true dawn is she",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Who comes every day with her jar to the spring.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Ay, Master, I tarried last night at the gate",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of her garden, which kisses the Lake Galilee;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "She was gathering flowers and fruits for the Fete,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And with tulips and poppies she beckoned to me.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "In her lamp there was oil, in my hand there was fire;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "In her house cried a voice, “O make haste with the flame!”",
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   },
   {
    "text": "On my lips were the names of the daughters of Tyre,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "On her breast were the lilies that whispered thy name.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "I have dared, O my Master, to envy thy feet,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And to yearn for the love of a Magdalen fair;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "I have dreamed that mine, too, in the heart of the street,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Were laved with her own hands and dried with her hair.",
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  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "O Master, my lips her devotion have stained,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "For her soul’s precious ointments were offered too late;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "I have lost in the fire of my lust what I gained",
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   },
   {
    "text": "In my longing and love for her love and thy fate.",
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