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.

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 yesterday I learned to know,The love of bare November days,Before the coming of the snow.

YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,' said the dewdrop to the lake.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.