“Come to us, youth, tell us truly
“I know not what wine of wild popp
“Ah, shame!”
“Well, some are wise and some fool
“Youth, why do you stand so still

“Come and hire me,” I cried, whil
Sword in hand, the King came in h
He held my hand and said, “I will
But his power counted for nought,
In the heat of the midday the hous

I found a few old letters of mine
O woman, thou camest for a moment

This is my prayer to thee, my lord
strike at the root of penury in my
Give me the strength lightly to be
Give me the strength to make my lo
Give me the strength never to diso

I spent my day on the scorching ho
Now, in the cool of the evening,
A grim ashath tree spreads its hun
Days have been when wayfarers came
They spread their mats in the cour

Speak to me, my love! Tell me in
The night is dark. The stars are
I will let loose my hair. My blu
When your words are ended, we will
The night will pale. The day wil

Is that your call again?
The evening has come. Weariness
Do you call me?
I had given all my day to you, cru
Somewhere there is an end to every

“Ah, poet, the evening draws near;
“Do you in your lonely musing hear
“It is evening,” the poet said, “a
“I watch if young straying hearts
“Who is there to weave their passi

When the heart is hard and parched
come upon me with a shower of merc
When grace is lost from life,
come with a burst of song.
When tumultuous work raises its di

I know that the day will come
when my sight of this earth shall
and life will take its leave in si
drawing the last curtain over my e
Yet stars will watch at night,