The butterfly counts not months bu… and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes… Let your life lightly dance on the…

A wandering madman was seeking the touchstone, with matted locks tawny and dust-laden, and body worn to a shadow, his lips tight-pressed, like the shut-up doors of his heart, his burnin...

Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. Let the dead have the immortality… but the living the immortality of… Life’s errors cry for the merciful…

When she passed by me with quick s… From the unknown island of a heart… A flutter of a flitting touch brus… It fell upon my heart like a sigh…

When I go from hence let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpass… I have tasted of the hidden honey… that expands on the ocean of light…

Say of him what you please, but I… I do not love him because he is go… little child. How should you know how dear he ca… his merits against his faults?

You say that father write a lot of… understand. He was reading to you all the even… make out what he meant? What nice stores, mother, you can…

The evening was lonely for me, and… heart became dry, and it seemed to… fashioned by the traders in words.… snuffed the candle. In a moment th… moonlight.

On many an idle day have I grieve… But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my… Hidden in the heart of things thou… buds into blossoms, and ripening f…

When I called you in your garden Mango blooms were rich in fragranc… Why did you remain so distant, Keep your doors so tightly fastene… Blossoms grew to ripe fruit—cluste…

No more noisy, loud words from me—… Henceforth I deal in whispers. The speech of my heart will be car… Men hasten to the King’s market.… But I have my untimely leave in t…

In the night of weariness let me give myself up to sleep wit… resting my trust upon thee. Let me not force my flagging spiri… It is thou who drawest the veil of…

“Trust love even if it brings sorr… “Ah no, my friend, your words are… “The heart is only for giving away… “Ah no, my friend, your words are… “Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop,…