WHEN ALL the strings of my life will be tuned, my Master, then at every touch of thine will come out the music of love.

ALL FRUITLESS is the cry,
All vain this burning fire of desire.
The sun goes down to his rest.
There is gloom in the forest and glamour in the sky.
With downcast look and lingering steps
The evening star conies in the wake of departing day
And the breath of the twilight is deep with the fulness of a farewell feeling.
I clasp both thine hands in mine,
and keep thine eyes prisoner with my hungry eyes;
Seeing and crying. Where art thou,
Where, O, where!
Where is the immortal flame hidden in the depth of thee!
As in the solitary star of the dark evening sky
The light of heaven, with its immense mystery, is quivering,
In thine eyes, in the depth of their darkness
There shines a soul-beam tremulous with a wide mystery.
Speechless I gaze upon it.
And I plunge with all my heart
Into the deep of a fathomless longing:
I lose myself.

LORD OF MY being, has your wish been fulfilled in me?
Days have passed without service and nights without love.
Flowers have dropped on to the dust and have not been gathered
for your acceptance.
The harp strings strung with your own hands have slackened and
lost their notes.
I slept in the shadow of your garden and forgot to water your plants.
Is the time over now, my lover? Have we come to the end of this play?
Then let the bell ring of departure, let the morning come for the
freshening of love.
Let the knot of a new life be tied for us in a new bridal bond.