The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.
Grieve not because thou understand-not life's mystery; behind the veil is concealed many a delight.
Carry your heart through this world like a life-giving sun
The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.
You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.
Laugh because that is the purest sound.