97
God honours me when I work,
He loves me when I sing.
98
My love of to-day finds no home
in the nest deserted by yesterday's love.
99
The fire of pain traces for my soul
a luminous path across her sorrow.
100
The grass survives the hill
through its resurrections from countless deaths.
101
Thou hast vanished from my reach
leaving an impalpable touch in the blue of the sky,
an invisible image in the wind moving
among the shadows.
102
In pity for the desolate branch
spring leaves to it a kiss
that fluttered in a lonely leaf.
103
The shy shadow in the garden
loves the sun in silence,
Flowers guess the secret, and smile,
while the leaves whisper.
104
I leave no trace of wings in the air,
but I am glad I have had my flight.