The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.

If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

O thou sculptor, painter, poet! Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest; Shape from that thy work of art.

Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.

White swan of cities slumbering in thy nest . . . White phantom city, whose untrodden streets Are rivers, and whose pavements are the shifting Shadows of the palaces and strips of sky.

All things are symbols.