I often wonder where lie hidden th
Through what primal paradise in a
Those marks of their constant trea
Yet suddenly in some wordless musi
It seems that the two friends meet

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

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

When I go from hence
let this be my parting word,
that what I have seen is unsurpass
I have tasted of the hidden honey
that expands on the ocean of light

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

Mother, the folk who live up in th
“We play from the time we wake til
We play with the golden dawn, we p
I ask, “But how am I to get up to
They answer, “Come to the edge of

If I were only a little puppy, no
you say “No” to me if I tried to
Would you drive me off, saying to
little puppy?”
Then go, mother, go! I will never

My love, once upon a time your poe
Alas, I was not careful, and it s
It broke up into scraps of songs a
All my cargo of the stories of old
You must make this loss good to me

In the night of weariness
let me give myself up to sleep wit
resting my trust upon thee.
Let me not force my flagging spiri
It is thou who drawest the veil of

Hands cling to hands and eyes ling
It is the moonlit night of March;
This love between you and me is si
Your veil of the saffron colour ma
The jasmine wreath that you wove m