YOU WERE IN THE centre of my heart, therefore when my heart wandered she never found you; you hid yourself from my loves and hopes till the last, for you were always in them.
You were the inmost joy in the play of my youth, and when I was too busy with the play the joy was passed by.
You sang to me in the ecstasies of my life and I forgot to sing to you.

THOU HAST come again to me in the burst of a sudden storm,
filling my sky with the shudder of thy shadowy clouds.
The Sun is hidden, the stars are lost;
the red line of the road is merged in the mist of the rain;
the wail of the wind comes across the water.
Fitful showers, like ghastly fingers, strike the chords of some unseen harp,
waking up the music of the dark,
sweeping my heart with a shiver of sounds.

I GIVE MY whole water in joy,' sings the waterfall, 'though little of it is enough for the thirsty.'