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An unbelieving smile flits on your eyes when I come to you to take my leave. I have done it so often that you think I will soon return. To tell you the truth I have the same doubt in my...
Ah me, why did they build my house by th… They moor their laden boats near my tree… They come and go and wander at their wil… I sit and watch them; my time wears on. Turn them away I cannot. And thus my da…
I know that the day will come when my sight of this earth shall be los… and life will take its leave in silence, drawing the last curtain over my eyes. Yet stars will watch at night,
The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true,
You walked by the riverside path with th… Why did you swiftly turn your face and p… That gleaming look from the dark came up… It came to me like the bird of the eveni… You are hidden as a star behind the hill…
Tell me if this be all true, my lover, t… When these eyes flash their lightning th… Is it true that my lips are sweet like t… Do the memories of vanished months of M… Does the earth, like a harp, shiver into…
Peace, my heart, let the time for the pa… Let it not be a death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into… Let the flight through the sky end in th… Let the last touch of your hands be gent…
That I want thee, only thee——let my hea… All desires that distract me, day and ni… are false and empty to the core. As the night keeps hidden in its gloom t… even thus in the depth of my unconscious…
Would you put your wreath of fresh flowe… But you must know that the one wreath th… It is too late to ask my heart in return… There was a time when my life was like a… Now it is squandered far and wide.
Mother, the folk who live up in the clou… “We play from the time we wake till the… We play with the golden dawn, we play wi… I ask, “But how am I to get up to you?” They answer, “Come to the edge of the e…
I must launch out my boat. The languid hours pass by on the shore——Alas for me! The spring has done its flowering and ta… And now with the burden of faded futile…
Life of my life, I shall ever try to ke… that thy living touch is upon all my lim… I shall ever try to keep all untruths ou… that thou art that truth which has kindl… I shall ever try to drive all evils away…
Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,—t… beyond the limits of birth and death, un… and night; it is not of the earth. But your poet knows that its eternal hun… space, and it strives evermore to be bor…
II Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only t… In the gloom of the deepening night take… I will spread myself out at your feet an… Make my life glad with nothing.
I was walking by the road, I do not kno… The prone shadows with their out-stretch… The koels were weary of their songs. I was walking by the road, I do not kno… The hut by the side of the water is shad…