I SEEK AND SEEK on my harp strings the notes that can blend with thine. Simple is the awakening of the morning and the flow of water, simple are the dewdrops on leaves, colours in clouds, the moonlight on sand-banks of the river and showers of rain in the midnight. I seek notes for my songs simple and full as these, fresh and flowing with life, old as the world and known to all. But my strings are newly strung and they bristle with sharp newness as with spears. Thus my songs never have the spirit of the winds, they never can mingle with the lights of the sky. My effort is an effort and my restless strains try hard to drown thy music.
THOU HAST given me thy love, filling the world with thy gifts. They are showered upon me when I do not know them, for my heart is asleep and dark is the night. Yet though lost in the cavern of my dreams I have been thrilled with fitful gladness; And I know that in return for the treasure of thy great worlds thou wilt receive from me one little flower of love in the morning when my heart awakes.
