এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা হয়েছে, কিন্তু বৈধকরণ করা হয়নি।
Let not my thanks to thee rob my silence
of its fuller homage.
Life’s aspiration comes in the guise of a child.
The fruit that I have gained for ever
is that which has been accepted by love.
In my life’s garden my wealth has been
of shadows and lights
that are never gathered and stored.
Light is young, the ancient light,
shadows are of the moment,
they are born old.
My songs are to sing that I have loved thy singing.
Men form constellations with stars that are their
own stories
grown from the fiery mist of their passions,
power and dreams,
eddying into living spheres.
