CHILD, THOU, bringest to my heart
the babble of the wind and the water,
the flowers' speechless secrets, the clouds' dreams,
the mute gaze of wonder of the morning sky.

WHEN MY HEART did not kiss thee in love, 0 world, thy light missed its full splendour and thy sky watched through the long night with its lighted lamp.
My heart came with her songs to thy side, whispers were exchange' and she put her wreath on thy neck.
I know she has given thee something which will be treasured with thy stars.

I HAVE KISSED this world with my eyes and my limbs; I have wrapt it within my heart in numberless folds; I have flooded its days and nights with thoughts till the world and my life have grown one,-and I love my life because I love the light of the sky so enwoven with me.
If to leave this world be as real as to love it-then there must be a meaning in the meeting and the parting of life.
If that love were deceived in death, then the canker of this deceit would eat into all things, and the stars would shrivel and grow black.