You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.
It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.