• Grant me the moment, the lovely moment
    That I may lean forth to see
    The other buds, the other blooms,
    The other leaves on the tree:

    That I may take into my bosom
    The breeze that is like his brother,
    But stiller, lighter, whose faint laughter
    Exhoes the joy of the other.

    Above on the blue and white cloud-spaces
    There are small clouds at play.
    I watch their remote, mysterious play-time
    In the other far-away.

    Grant I may hear the small birds singing
    the song that the silence knows...
    (The Light and the Shadow whisper together,
    The lovely moment grows,

    Ripples into the air like water
    Away and away without sound,
    And the little girl gets up from her praying
    On the cold ground)