8. HER wistful face haunts my dreams
like the rain at night.
9. ONCE we dreamt that we were
strangers.
We wake up to find that we were
dear to each other. .
10. SORROW is hushed into peace in
my heart like the evening among the
silent trees.
11. SOME unseen fingers, like an idle
breeze, are playing upon my heart the
music of the ripples.
12. " WHAT language is thine, O sea ? "
" The language of eternal question."
" What language is thy answer, O sky ? "
" The language of eternal silence.“
