Tears are the showers that fertilize this world.
Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.
The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?
Children bring their own love with them when they come.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.