A VEIL OF A thousand years dropped between you and me
when you turned your face and merged in a past
where spectre-like dwell they
who missed love's path in a timorous dusk of doubt.
The space is but narrow that divides us,
a tiny stream weaving in its murmur
the memory of our parting moment
the pathos of your passing footsteps.
And all that I can offer to you
is the music of an unspoken love
for it to follow you and vanish.

'HOW MAY I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?' asked the little flower.
'By the simple silence of thy purity,' answered the sun.

I ASK FOR A moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
To-day the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.