THE DAY THAT stands between you and me makes her last bow of farewell. The night draws her veil over her face, and hides the one lamp burning in my chamber. Your dark servant comes noiselessly and spreads the bridal carpet for you to take your seat there alone with me in the wordless silence till night is done.
ON MY WAY to recovery when I received Nature's earliest friendly greetings, she held before my eyes her precious gift of endless first surprise. And those trees and the blue sky bathed in morning light though ancient and ever-known revealed to me in them creation's everlasting first moment and I felt that this one birth of mine is woven in the web of many births of many changing forms and like the sunlight composed of varied rays every appearance in its unity is blended with countless invisible other ones.
