217
Let me not grope in vain in the dark
but keep my mind still in the faith
that the day will break
and truth will appear
in its simplicity.
218
Through the silent night
I hear the returning vagrant hopes of the morning
knock at my heart.
219
My new love comes
bringing to me the eternal wealth of the old.
220
The earth gazes at the moon and wonders
that she should have all her music in her smile.
221
Day with its glare of curiosity
puts the stars to flight.
222
My mind has its true union with thee, O sky,
at the window which is mine own,
and not in the open
where thou hast thy sole kingdom.
223
Man claims God's flowers as his own
when he weaves them in a garland.
224
The buried city, laid bare to the sun of a new age,
is ashamed that it has lost all its song.