251-300

251
THE night's silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light of its
milky way.

252
AROUND the sunny island of Life swells day and night death's limitless
song of the sea.

253
IS not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hills, drinking
the sunlight?

254
THE real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the
unreal.

255
FIND your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat that
has the grace of the wind and the water.

256
THE eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.

257
I LIVE in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the least
less. Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my
all.

258
THE false can never grow into truth by growing in power.

259
MY heart, with its lapping waves of song, longs to caress this green
world of the sunny day.

260
WAYSIDE grass, love the star, then your dreams will come out in flowers.

261
LET your music, like a sword, pierce the noise of the market to its
heart.

262
THE trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of an
infant child.

263
THIS sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
It waits to be lifted in the night.

264
THE little flower lies in the dust.
It sought the path of the butterfly.

265
I AM in the world of the roads. The night comes. Open thy gate, thou
world of the home.

266
I HAVE sung the songs of thy day. In the evening let me carry thy lamp
through the stormy path.

267
I DO not ask thee into the house.
Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.

268
DEATH belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the
foot as in the laying of it down.

269
I HAVE learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and
sunshine--teach me to know thy words in pain and death.

270
THE night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and
sighed and dropped to the ground.

271
THROUGH the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal
Mother.

272
I CAME to your shore as a stranger, I lived in your house as a guest, I
leave your door as a friend, my earth.

273
LET my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset
at the margin of starry silence.

274
LIGHT in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night whisper
to me of love.

275
I AM a child in the dark.
I stretch my hands through the coverlet of night for thee, Mother.

276
THE day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother.
Let me dream.

277
THE lamp of meeting burns long; it goes out in a moment at the parting.

278
ONE word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, "I have
loved."

279
WE live in this world when we love it.

280
LET the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality
of love.

281
I HAVE seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the dusk
of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again.

282
I SHALL die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.

283
WHILE I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from the
balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.

284
LOVE is life in its fulness like the cup with its wine.

285
THEY light their own lamps and sing their own words in their temples.
But the birds sing thy name in thine own morning light,--for thy name is
joy.

286
LEAD me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs.

287
LET them live who choose in their own hissing world of fireworks.
My heart longs for thy stars, my God.

288
LOVE'S pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea, and love's joy
sang like birds in its flowering groves.

289
PUT out the lamp when thou wishest.
I shall know thy darkness and shall love it.

290
WHEN I stand before thee at the day's end thou shalt see my scars and
know that I had my wounds and also my healing.

291
SOME day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, "I have
seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man."

292
CLOUDS come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain
or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.

293
TRUTH raises against itself the storm that scatters its seeds broadcast.

294
THE storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace.

295
TRUTH seems to come with its final word; and the final word gives birth
to its next.

296
BLESSED is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.

297
SWEETNESS of thy name fills my heart when I forget mine--like thy morning
sun when the mist is melted.

298
THE silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous day of
the child.

299
THE world loved man when he smiled. The world became afraid of him when
he laughed.

300
GOD waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.