THE FISH IN the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing,
But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the
earth and the music of the air.

COME FRIEND, who can free me from bonds of toil,
for I lag behind while the pilgrims rush to follow their vision.
Come like a sudden flood that runs with its offerings to the sea,
Sweep me away from the load that drags me down.
Come from among the crowd,
you, to whom I fully belong,
who can call me by my own true name
and smile and be known to me for ever.

I LEAVE MY songs behind me
to the bloom of the ever-returning honey-suckles
and the joy of the wind from the south.