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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…
When I go from hence let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable. I have tasted of the hidden honey of thi… that expands on the ocean of light,
Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward… Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom. Love is an endless mystery,
My love, once upon a time your poet laun… Alas, I was not careful, and it struck… It broke up into scraps of songs and lay… All my cargo of the stories of old wars… You must make this loss good to me, my l…
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You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for you and se… But ah, my evil fortune, time is short. Youth wanes year after year; the spring… Should I neglect all this to gaze after…
The sleep that flits on baby’s eyes—does… it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it… in the fairy village among shadows of th… glow—worms, there hang two shy buds of e… comes to kiss baby’s eyes.
Say of him what you please, but I know… I do not love him because he is good, bu… little child. How should you know how dear he can be w… his merits against his faults?
It is only the revelation of You as the… that is endlessly new and eternally beau… and that gives the only meaning to our s… we feel Your rhythmic throb as soul-life… world in our own souls; then are we free…
You are the evening cloud floating in th… I paint you and fashion you ever with my… You are my own, my own, Dweller in my e… Your feet are rosy-red with the glow of… Your lips are bitter-sweet with the tast…
O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy o… O beggar, to come beg at thy own door! Leave all thy burdens on his hands who c… and never look behind in regret. Thy desire at once puts out the light fr…
11 SOME unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of t… 12 ‘WHAT language is thine, O sea?’
In the world’s audience hall, the simple… Thus my songs share their seats in the h… But, you man of riches, your wealth has… The blessing of all-embracing sky is not… And when death appears, it pales and wit…
WHEN the two sisters go to fetch water… They must be aware of somebody who stand… The two sisters whisper to each other wh… They must have guessed the secret of tha… Their pitchers lurch suddenly, and water…
A message came from my youth of vanished… you among the quivering of unborn May, w… and hours ache with songs unsung.” It says, “Come to me across the worn—ou… the gates of death. For dreams fade, hop…
Sullen clouds are gathering fast over th… forest. O child, do not go out! The palm trees in a row by the lake are… against the dismal sky; the crows with t…