I BROUGHT out my earthen lamp from my house and cried, 'Come, children, I will light your path!' The night was still dark when I returned, leaving the road to its silence; crying, 'Light me, 0 Fire! for my earthen lamp lies broken in the dust!'
MY GUEST HAS come to my door in this autumn morning. Sing, my heart, sing thy welcome! Make thy song the song of the sunlit blue, of the dew-damp air, of the lavish gold of harvest fields, of the laughter of the loud water. Or stand mute before him for awhile gazing at his face; Then leave thy house and go out with him in silence.