LXX

When you hold your lamp in the sky it throws its light on my face
and its shadow falls over you.

When I hold the lamp of love in my heart its light falls on you
and I am left standing behind in the shadow.



LXXI

O the waves, the sky-devouring waves, glistening with light,
dancing with life, the waves of eddying joy, rushing for ever.

The stars rock upon them, thoughts of every tint are cast up out
of the deep and scattered on the beach of life.

Birth and death rise and fall with their rhythm, and the sea-gull
of my heart spreads its wings crying in delight.



LXXII

The joy ran from all the world to build my body.