I am athirst for God, the living God.
Children bring their own love with them when they come.
The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.