THIS IS MY delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of the summer. Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies, greet me and speed along the road. My heart is glad within, and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet. From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door, and I know that of a sudden the happy moment will arrive when I shall see. In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone. In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume of promise.
MY PORTION OF THE best in this world will come from your hands: such was your promise. Therefore your light glistens in my tears. I fear to be led by others lest I miss you waiting in some road corner to be my guide. I walk my own wilful way till my very folly tempts you to my door. For I have your promise that my portion of the best in this world will come from your hands.