I FEEL THAT the ferry of my songs at the day's end
will bring me across to the other shore
from where I shall see.

DEAR FRIEND, I feel the silence of your great thoughts of many a deepening eventide on this beach when I listen to these waves.

WHEN IT WAS day they came into my house and said, 'We shall only take the smallest room here.'
They said, 'We shall help you in the worship of your God and humbly accept only our own share of his grace'; and then they took their seat in a corner and they sat quiet and meek.
But in the darkness of night I find they break into my sacred shrine, strong and turbulent, and snatch with unholy greed the offerings from God's altar.