'I HAVE lost my dewdrop,' cries the flower to the morning sky that has lost all its stars.

FLOWER, HAVE pity for the worm,
it is not a bee,
its love is a blunder and a burden.

THEY WHO ARE near to me do not know that you are nearer to me
than they are.
They who speak to me do not know that my heart is full with your
unspoken words.
They who crowd in my path do not know I am walking alone with you.
They who love me do not know that their love brings you to my heart.