In the morning I cast my net into… I dragged up from the dark abyss t… When with the day’s burden I went… I hesitated for a moment, and then… She glanced at them and said, “Wh…
Tell me if this be all true, my lo… When these eyes flash their lightn… Is it true that my lips are sweet… Do the memories of vanished months… Does the earth, like a harp, shive…
Strong Mercy My desires are many and my cry is… but ever didst thou save me by har… and this strong mercy has been wro… Day by day thou art making me wort…
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…
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…
Deliverance is not for me in renun… I feel the embrace of freedom in a… Thou ever pourest for me the fresh… colours and fragrance, filling thi… My world will light its hundred di…
Come to my garden walk, my love.… press themselves on your sight. Pa… chance joy, which like a sudden wo… elude. For lover’s gift is shy, it never…
11 SOME unseen fingers, like idle b… are playing upon my heart the musi… 12 ‘WHAT language is thine, O sea?’
I asked nothing, only stood at the edge of the wood behind the tree. Languor was still upon the eyes of the dawn, and the dew in the ai… The lazy smell of the damp grass
“Where have I come from, where di… its mother. She answered, half crying, half la… baby to her breast— “You were hidden in my heart as it…
To the guests that must go bid Go… Take to your bosom with a smile wh… To-day is the festival of phantoms… Let your laughter be but a meaning… Let your life lightly dance on the…
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep… He it is who puts his enchantment… and joyfully plays on the chords o… in varied cadence of pleasure and…
In the beginning of time, there ro… dream two women. One is the dancer… desired of men, she who laughs and… from their cold meditations and of… scatters them like seeds with care…
We both live in the same village a… The yellow bird sings in their tre… Her pair of pet lambs come to graz… If they stray into our barley fiel… The name of our village is Khanju…
Mother, let us imagine we are trav… strange and dangerous country. You are riding in a palanquin and… red horse. It is evening and the sun goes dow…