WHENCE DO you bring this disquiet, my love? Let my heart touch yours and kiss the pain out of your silence. The night has thrown up from its depth this little hour, that love may build a new world within these shut doors, to be lighted by this solitary lamp. We have for music but a single reed which our two pairs of lips must play on by turns-for crown, only one garland to bind my hair after I have put it on your forehead. Tearing the veil from my breast I shall make our bed on the floor; and one kiss and one sleep of delight shall fill our small boundless world.
I FILLED MY tray with whatever I had, and gave it to you. What shall I bring to your feet tomorrow, I wonder. I am like the tree that, at the end of the flowering summer, gazes at the sky with its lifted branches bare of their blossoms. But in all my past offerings is there not a single flower made fadeless by the eternity of tears? Will you remember it and thank me with your eyes when I stand before you with empty hands at the leave-taking of my summer days?