LET MY doing nothing when I have nothing to do become untroubled in its depth of peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.

FEAR NOT, FOR thou shalt conquer,
thy doors will open, thy bonds break.
Often thou losest thyself in sleep,
and yet must find back thy world
again and again.
The call comes to thee from the earth and sky
the call from among men,
the call to sing of gladness and pain,
of shame and fear.
The leaves and the flowers,
the waters that fall and flow,
ask for thy notes to mingle with their own,
the darkness and light
to tremble in the rhythm of thy song.

FORESTS, THE clouds of earth,
hold up to the sky their silence,
and clouds from above come down
in resonant showers.