MY KING, thou hast called me to play my flute at the roadside, that they who bear the burden of voiceless life may stop in their errands for a moment and sit and wonder before the balcony of thy palace gate; that they may see anew the ever old and find afresh what is ever about them, and say, 'The flowers are in bloom, and the birds sing.'
I HAVE SEEN thee play thy music in life's dancing hall; in the sudden leaf- burst of spring thy laughter has come to greet me; and lying among field flowers I have heard in the grass thy whisper. The child has brought to my house the message of thy hope, and the woman the music of thy love. Now I am waiting on the seashore to feel thee in death, to find life's refrain back again in the star songs of the night.