I try to weave a wreath all the mo
You sit there watching me in secre
Ask those eyes, darkly planning mi
I try to sing a song, but in vain.
A hidden smile trembles on your li

I have got my leave. Bid me farew
I bow to you all and take my depar
Here I give back the keys of my d
——and I give up all claims to my h
I only ask for last kind words fro

Do not keep to yourself the secret
Say it to me, only to me, in secre
You who smile so gently, softly wh
The night is deep, the house is si
Speak to me through hesitating tea

On the seashore of endless worlds
The infinite sky is motionless ove
They build their houses with sand,
They know not how to swim, they kn
The sea surges up with laughter, a

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

He whispered, “My love, raise you
I sharply chid him, and said “Go!
He stood before me and held both m
He brought his face near my ear.
His lips touched my cheek. I tre

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THE trees come up to my window
like the yearning voice of the dum
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HIS own mornings are new surprise

It is written in the book that Ma
noisy world, to go to the forest s
that the forest hermitage is only
birthplace of flowers and the haun
hooks are waiting there for the th

They clamour and fight, they doubt
to their wrangling.
Let your life come amongst them li
child, unflickering and pure, and
They are cruel in their greed and

I am like a remnant of a cloud of
uselessly roaming in the sky, O my
Thy touch has not yet melted my va
making me one with thy light,
and thus I count months and years