My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

Not yesterday I learned to know,The love of bare November days,Before the coming of the snow.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day! The day's divinity! First thing you see!!

Life songs of ages, throbbing in my blood, have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house-do not pass by like a dream.