The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.
Tears are the showers that fertilize this world.
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.
we wish for more in life rather than more of it.
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.