Let life be beautiful like summer flower,and death like autumn tears.
The sadness of my soul is her bride''s veil,It waits to be lifted in the night.
"It the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me."said the night to the sun."I leave my tears upon the grass."
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years. It sings to me in the night "I loved you."
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
The burning log bursts in flame and cries---"This is my flower, my death."
The world does not leak beacuse death is not a crack.
I live in this little world of mine and an afraid to make it the least less.
Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all.
The night''s flower was late when the morning kissed her,
she shiveres and sighed and dropped to the ground.
Put out the lamp when thou wishest,I shall know thy darkness and shall love it.