I FELT I SAW your face, and I launched my boat in the dark. Now the morning breaks in smiles and the spring flowers are in bloom. Yet should the light fail and the flowers fade I will sail onward. When you made mute signal to me the world slumbered and the darkness was bare. Now the bells ring loud and the boat is laden with gold. Yet should the bells become silent and my boat be empty I will sail onward. Some boats have gone away and some are not ready, but I will not tarry behind. The sails have filled, the birds come from the other shore. Yet, if the sails droop, if the message of the shore be lost, I will sail onward.
I CLASP YOUR hands, and my heart plunges into the dark of your eyes, seeking you, who ever evade me behind words and silence. Yet I know that I must be content in my love, with what is fitful and fugitive. For we have met for a moment in the crossing of the roads. Have I the power to carry you through this crowd of worlds, through this maze of paths? Have I the food that can sustain you, across the dark passage gaping with arches of death?