Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.

Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.

A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.

Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind; Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil upon veil behind.

Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.

Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Birth-less and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit forever. Death hath not touched it all, dead though the house of it seems!

There is no caste in blood.