Strona 83 z 83

I put my tales of you into lasting songs. The secret gushes out

from my heart. They come and ask me, "Tell me all your meanings."

I know not how to answer them. I say, "Ah, who knows what they

mean!" They smile and go away in utter scorn. And you sit there

smiling.

103.

In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out

and touch this world at thy feet.

Like a rain-cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed

showers let all my mind bend down at thy door in one salutation

to thee.

Let all my songs gather together their diverse strains into a

single current and flow to a sea of silence in one salutation to

thee.

Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and day back to

their mountain nests let all my life take its voyage to its

eternal home in one salutation to thee.