GUESTS OF my life, You came in the early dawn, and you in the night, Your name was uttered by the Spring flowers and yours by the showers of rain. You brought the harp into my house and you brought the lamp. After you had taken your leave I found God's footprints on my floor. Now when I am at the end of my pilgrimage I leave in the evening flowers of worship my salutations to you all.
WHEN YOU called me I was asleep under the shadows of my walls and I did not hear you. Then you struck me with your own hands and wakened me in tears. I started up to see that the sun had risen, that the floodtide had brought the call of the deep, and my boat was ready rocking on the dancing water.