I ASK FOR AN audience from you, my King, in your solitary chamber. Call me from the crowd. When your gate was kept open for all I entered your courtyard with the bustling throng, and in the confusion found you not. Now when at night they take up their lanterns and go by different roads to their different homes, allow me to linger here for a moment, standing at your feet, and hold up my lamp and see your face.
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.