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…
81 WHAT is this unseen flame of dar… whose sparks are the stars? 82 LET life be beautiful like summer…
On many an idle day have I grieve… But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my… Hidden in the heart of things thou… buds into blossoms, and ripening f…
You came to my door in the dawn an… You came in the noon and asked for… You came in the evening with your… You seemed to me like a terror and… Now in the midnight I sit alone i…
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…
I love you, beloved. Forgive me… Like a bird losing its way I am c… When my heart was shaken it lost i… If you cannot love me, beloved, fo… Do not look askance at me from afa…
91 THE great earth makes herself hos… with the help of the grass. 92 THE birth and death of the leaves
Over the green and yellow rice fie… The bees forget to sip their honey… None shall go back home, brothers,… We will take the blue sky by storm… Laughters fly floating in the air…
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…
I wonder if I know him In whose speech is my voice, In whose movement is my being, Whose skill is in my lines, Whose melody is in my songs
Mother, I shall weave a chain of… with my tears of sorrow. The stars have wrought their ankle… but mine will hang upon thy breast… Wealth and fame come from thee
Thou hast made me known to friends… Thou hast given me seats in homes… Thou hast brought the distant near… I am uneasy at heart when I have… I forget that there abides the old…
She dwelt on the hillside by the edge of a maize-field, near the spring that flows in laughing rills through the solemn shadows of ancient trees. The women came there to fill their jar...
Why did the lamp go out? I shaded it with my cloak to save… Why did the flower fade? I pressed it to my heart with anxi… Why did the stream dry up?
Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a… Beauty is in the ideal of perfect… which is in the universal being; truth the perfect comprehension of…