WHEN I AWAKE in thy love my night of ease will be ended.
Thy sunrise will touch my heart with its touch-stone of fire, and my voyage will begin in its orbit of triumphant suffering.
I shall dare to take up death's challenge and carry thy voice in the heart of mockery and menace.
I shall bare my breast against the wrongs hurled at thy children, and take the risk of standing by thy side where none but thee remains.

WHEN THE weariness of the road is upon me, and the thirst of the sultry day; when the ghostly hours of the dusk throw their shadows across my life, then I cry not for your voice only, my friend, but for your touch.
There is an anguish in my heart for the burden of its riches not given to you.
Put out your hand through the night, let me hold it and fill it and keep it; let me feel its touch along the lengthening stretch of my loneliness.

ONLY A PORTION of my gift is in this world, the rest of it is in my dreams.
You, who ever elude my touch, come there in secret silence, hiding your lamp.
I shall know you by the thrill in the darkness, by the whisper of the unseen worlds, by the breath of the unknown shore;-
I shall know you by the sudden delight of my heart melting into sadness of tears.