I plucked your flower, O world!
I pressed it to my heart and the t
When the day waned and it darkened
More flowers will come to you with
But my time for flower-gathering i

The butterfly counts not months bu
and has time enough.
Time is a wealth of change,
but the clock in its parody makes
Let your life lightly dance on the

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

The evening was lonely for me, and
heart became dry, and it seemed to
fashioned by the traders in words.
snuffed the candle. In a moment th
moonlight.

It was in May. The sultry noon s
When I heard from the riverside a
I shut my book and opened the wind
I saw a big buffalo with mud-stain
I smiled amused and felt a touch o

“Trust love even if it brings sorr
“Ah no, my friend, your words are
“The heart is only for giving away
“Ah no, my friend, your words are
“Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop,

Why do you put me to shame with a
I have not come as a beggar.
Only for a passing hour I stood a
Why do you put me to shame with a
Not a rose did I gather from your

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THE trees,
like the longings of the earth,
stand a—tiptoe to peep at the heav
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Are you a mere picture, and not as
this dust? They throb with the pul
immensely aloof in your stillness,
The day was when you walked with m
limbs singing of life. My world fo

One day in spring, a woman came
In my lonely woods,
In the lovely form of the Beloved
Came, to give to my songs, melodie
To give to my dreams, sweetness.