LORD OF MY being, has your wish been fulfilled in me? Days have passed without service and nights without love. Flowers have dropped on to the dust and have not been gathered for your acceptance. The harp strings strung with your own hands have slackened and lost their notes. I slept in the shadow of your garden and forgot to water your plants. Is the time over now, my lover? Have we come to the end of this play? Then let the bell ring of departure, let the morning come for the freshening of love. Let the knot of a new life be tied for us in a new bridal bond.
MY GUEST HAS come to my door in this autumn morning. Sing, my heart, sing thy welcome! Make thy song the song of the sunlit blue, of the dew-damp air, of the lavish gold of harvest fields, of the laughter of the loud water. Or stand mute before him for awhile gazing at his face; Then leave thy house and go out with him in silence.
