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.

He whom I enclose with my name is… I am ever busy building this wall… the sky day by day I lose sight of… I take pride in this great wall, a… lest a least hole should be left i…

Thou who art the innermost Spirit… art thou pleased, Lord of my Life… For I give to thee my cup filled… the pain and delight that the crus… grapes of my heart had surrendered…

None lives for ever, brother, and… Our life is not the one old burden… One sole poet has not to sing one… The flower fades and dies; but he… Brother, keep that in mind and rej…

When I called you in your garden Mango blooms were rich in fragranc… Why did you remain so distant, Keep your doors so tightly fastene… Blossoms grew to ripe fruit—cluste…

Deliverance is not for me in renun… I feel the embrace of freedom in a… Thou ever pourest for me the fresh… colours and fragrance, filling thi… My world will light its hundred di…

A wandering madman was seeking the touchstone, with matted locks tawny and dust-laden, and body worn to a shadow, his lips tight-pressed, like the shut-up doors of his heart, his burnin...

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 was one among many women busy wi… Why did you single me out and brin… Love unexpressed in sacred. It s… Ah, you broke through the cover of… The other women are the same as ev…

11 SOME unseen fingers, like idle b… are playing upon my heart the musi… 12 ‘WHAT language is thine, O sea?’

Say of him what you please, but I… I do not love him because he is go… little child. How should you know how dear he ca… his merits against his faults?

My heart, the bird of the wilderne… They are the cradle of the morning… My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in it… Let me but cleave its clouds and s…

I hunt for the golden stag. You may smile, my friends, but I… I run across hills and dales, I w… You come and buy in the market and… I have no care in my heart; all my…

I paced alone on the road across t… hiding its last gold like a miser. The daylight sank deeper and deepe… widowed land, whose harvest had be… Suddenly a boy’s shrill voice rose…