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Fireflies

My fancies are fireflies,—Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark. he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless glance,murmurs in these desultory lines. In the drowsy dark caves of the minddreams build their nest with fragmentsdropped from day’s…

Farewell

I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers!I bow to you all and take my departure. Here I give back the keys of my door—-and I give up all claims to my house.I only ask for last kind…

Fairyland

If people came to know where my king’s palace is, it would vanishinto the air. The walls are of white silver and the roof of shining gold. The queen lives in a palace with seven courtyards, and shewears a jewel…

Face to Face

Day after day, O lord of my life,shall I stand before thee face to face.With folded hands, O lord of all worlds,shall I stand before thee face to face. Under thy great sky in solitude and silence,with humble heart shall…

Endless Time

Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.There is none to count thy minutes. Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.Thou knowest how to wait. Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower. We…

Dungeon

He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon.I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up intothe sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its…

Dream Girl

God alone did not create you, my girl—You are also the creation of menFrom the core of their heartThey have endowed you with charm.With golden threads of similesYour dress the poet weaves.To immortalize your imageThe painter puts on your faceAn…

Distant Time

I know not from what distant timethou art ever coming nearer to meet me.Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye. In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been heardand thy messenger has…

Defamation

Where are those tears in your eyes, my child? How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing! You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing-is that why they call you dirty? O, fie! Would…

Death

O thou the last fulfilment of life,Death, my death, come and whisper to me! Day after day I have kept watch for thee;for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life. All that I am, that I have,…