The morning sea of silence broke i… and the flowers were all merry by… and the wealth of gold was scatter… while we busily went on our way an… We sang no glad songs nor played;

Why did he choose to come to my do… As I come in and out I pass by hi… I know not if I should speak to h… The cloudy nights in July are dar… He weaves his songs with fresh tun…

Things throng and laugh loud in th… and whirl like children. Man’s min… thoughts long to be the playmates… Our dreams, drifting in the stream… arms to clutch the earth, —their e…

WHEN the two sisters go to fetch… They must be aware of somebody who… The two sisters whisper to each ot… They must have guessed the secret… Their pitchers lurch suddenly, and…

I thought that my voyage had come… at the last limit of my power,—tha… that provisions were exhausted and the time come to take shelter… But I find that thy will knows no…

Why do you whisper so faintly in m… When the flowers droop in the even… Is this how you must woo and win m… Will there be no proud ceremony fo… Will you not tie up with a wreath…

I have made You the polar star of… existence; never again can I lose… voyage of life. Wherever I go, You are always the… shower your benefience all around…

When storm—clouds rumble in the sk… The moist east wind comes marching… bagpipes among the bamboos. Then crowds of flowers come out of… where, and dance upon the grass in…

Come as you are; do not loiter ove… If your braided hair has loosened,… Come as you are; do not loiter ove… Come, with quick steps over the gr… If the raddle come from your feet…

I dreamt that she sat by my head,… her fingers, playing the melody of… and struggled with my tears, till… my sleep like a bubble. I sat up and saw the glow of the…

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. I am uneasy at h...

Mother, I shall weave a chain of… with my tears of sorrow. The stars have wrought their ankle… but mine will hang upon thy breast… Wealth and fame come from thee

You are the evening cloud floating… I paint you and fashion you ever w… You are my own, my own, Dweller i… Your feet are rosy-red with the gl… Your lips are bitter-sweet with th…