A Collection of Poems

It kindles all my soul,         My country's loveliness! These starry choirs        That watch around the pole, 

Since from yonder lunar Visage now the veil is cast aside, Lo! the glorious sun is risen and of gloom is past the tide.

Eternal Trinity, Godhead, mystery deep as the sea, you could give me no greater gift than the gift of yourself.

He is the One in many, countless are His shapes and forms. He pervades all that exists; wherever I look, He is there. But very few perceive ...

Where are the tidings of union? that I may arise — Forth from the dust I will rise up to welcome thee! My soul, like a homing bird, yearning...

I bow before this passion; a plague on the parish girls! Because, o force of longing, I've never had one of thern!

One thing I of my Lord entreat, That I may ever serve his feet.

To shun even minor misdeeds as if they were poisonous, To strive to cultivate virtue even when it is challenging, To overcome thoughts roote...

The Mustard Hut is extremely small. Barely room for the knee. Peaceful and drowsy, the day moves on by itself.  Animals do not come. The spr...

What treasure greater than a friend   Who close to us hath grown? Blind fate no bitt’rer lot can send   Than bid us walk alone.

O God, my cry comes up to thee,-  How sad a cry is it !  What is this tragic destiny  That fate for me has writ ? 

Sweet maid, if thou wouldst charm my sight.  And bid these arms thy neck enfold:  That rosy cheek, that lily hand,  Would give thy poet more...

Yea, every dulcet speech o’ thine is e’en a pearl of lustrous ray; Both sun and moon are moths that round thy Face’s taper flit and play. ...

All has been consecrated. The creatures in the forest know this,

1. Always bear in mind that life, whose gravest problems are birth and death, is impermanent.

Among the mice, so runs the tale, a brilliant convocation sat against their enemy the cat

It seemed as if we did not sleep One wink that night; I was sighing deep. The cruellest judge in the costliest court Could not condemn a ...

Oh lovely hand, thou that my heart dost wring,   And shut my life up in that narrow space,

Far as I journey from my lady fair, I have a messenger who quickly goes, Morning, and noon, and at the evening’s close:

  The loveliness, the glances soft and clear Of sweetest eyes that e’er unveiled their glow, Lost unto me, make this my life appear So gr...