The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.