WHEN I BRING you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds, on water, and why flowers are painted in tints-when I give coloured toys to you, my child.
When I sing to make you dance, I truly know why there is music in leaves, and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth-when I sing to make you dance.
When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands, I know why there is honey in the cup of the flower, and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice-when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.
When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light, and what delight the summer breeze brings to my body-when I kiss you to make you smile.

LET ME LIE down upon the ground beneath your footstool in perfect
gladness.
Let my garment be red with the common dust you touch with your feet.
Set me not higher than others; keep me not apart from all else.
Draw me down into a sweet lowliness.
Let my garment be red with the common dust you touch with your feet.
Let me remain the last of all your pilgrims; I shall try to reach
the lowest site which is the broadest.
They come from all sides to ask for gifts from your hands.
Let me wait till they all have had their shares; I shall be
content with the last remnant.
Let my garment be red with the common dust you touch with your feet.

THE RIVER is grey and the air dazed with blown sand.
        On a morning of dark disquiet, when the birds are mute and their nests shake in the gust, I sit alone and ask myself, 'Where is she?'
        The days have flown wherein we sat too near each other; we laughed and jested, and the awe of love's majesty found no words at our meetings.
        I made myself small, and she trifled away every moment with pelting talk.
To-day I wish in vain that she were by me, in the gloom of the coming storm, to sit in the soul's solitude.