Leave off your works, bride. List… Do you hear, he is gently shaking… Let not your anklets be loud, and… Leave off your works, bride, the g… No, it is not the wind, bride. Do…

HAVE mercy upon your servant, my… The assembly is over and my servan… When you have finished with others… What can you expect when it is too… Make me the gardener of your flowe…

Life of my life, I shall ever try… that thy living touch is upon all… I shall ever try to keep all untru… that thou art that truth which has… I shall ever try to drive all evil…

When the lamp went out by my bed… I sat at my open window with a fre… The young traveller came along the… A pearl chain was on his neck, and… For very shame I could not say, “…

With a glance of your eyes you cou… But for their praises you have no… You could humble at your feet the… But it is your loved ones, unknown… The perfection of your arms would…

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…

Whey are those tears in your eyes,… How horrid of them to be always sc… You have stained your fingers and… is that why they call you dirty? O, fie! Would they dare to call t…

I seem to have loved you in number… In life after life, in age after a… My spellbound heart has made and r… That you take as a gift, wear roun… In life after life, in age after a…

Though the evening comes with slow… Though your companions have gone t… Though fear broods in the dark and… Yet, bird, O my bird, listen to m… That is not the gloom of the leave…

There is a looker—on who sits behi… things in ages and worlds beyond m… forgotten sights glisten on the gr… has seen under new veils the face… hours of many a nameless star. The…

Bless this little heart, this whit… heaven for our earth. He loves the light of the sun, he… mother’s face. He has not learned to despise the…

Why do you sit there and jingle yo… Fill your pitcher. It is time fo… Why do you stir the water with you… Fill your pitcher and come home. The morning hours pass by—the dark…