Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfe… Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmon… which is in the universal being; truth the perfect comprehension of the u…

The night was dark when she went away, a… The night is dark now, and I call for h… darling; the world is asleep; and no one… for a moment while stars are gazing at s… She went away when the trees were in bud…

“Where have I come from, where did you… its mother. She answered, half crying, half laughing… baby to her breast— “You were hidden in my heart as its desi…

Freedom from fear is the freedom I clai… Freedom from the burden of the ages, ben… Freedom from the shackles of slumber whe… Freedom from the anarchy of destiny whol… Freedom from the insult of dwelling in a…

None lives for ever, brother, and nothin… Our life is not the one old burden, our… One sole poet has not to sing one aged s… The flower fades and dies; but he who we… Brother, keep that in mind and rejoice.

Mother, the light has grown grey in the… the time is. There is no fun in my play, so I have c… Saturday, our holiday. Leave off your work, mother; sit here by…

71 THE woodcutter’s axe begged for its han… The tree gave it. 72 IN my solitude of heart

Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward… Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom. Love is an endless mystery,

When I called you in your garden Mango blooms were rich in fragrance — Why did you remain so distant, Keep your doors so tightly fastened? Blossoms grew to ripe fruit—clusters —

I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box—a few small toys for thy memory to play with. With a timorous heart thou didst try to steal these trifles from the...

VII Sing the song of the moment in careless… Sing of the fleeting smiles that vanish… Sing of the flowers that bloom and fade… Weave not in memory’s thread the days th…

Palm-tree: single-legged giant, topping other trees, peering at the firmament — It longs to pierce the black cloud-ceili… and fly away, away,

Thou who art the innermost Spirit of my… art thou pleased, Lord of my Life? For I give to thee my cup filled with a… the pain and delight that the crushed grapes of my heart had surrendered,

HAVE mercy upon your servant, my queen… The assembly is over and my servants are… When you have finished with others, that… What can you expect when it is too late? Make me the gardener of your flower gard…