《lover's gift》冰 δ 月光之尘

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　　my heart , the bird of the wildness, has found its sky in your eyes

　　they are the cradle of the morning ,

　　they are the kingdom of the stars

　　my songs are lost in their depths

　　let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity

　　let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in the sunshine.
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　　stray birds

　　stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away,

　　and yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs,

　　fluttered and fall there with a sigh.

　　it is the tears of the earth that keeps her smile in bloom

　　if you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars

　　once we dreamt that we were strangers ,

　　we woke up to find that we were dear to each other.

　　sorrow is hushed into peace in my whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

　　these little thoughts are the rustle of leaves,

　　they have their whisper of joy in my mind.

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　　how far are you from me, o fruit?

　　i am hidden in your heart, o flower!

　　in darkness the one appears as uniform,

　　in the light the one appears as manifold

　　do not linger to gather flowers to keep them,

　　but walk on, for the flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way

　　the grass blade is worthy of the great world where it grows

　　in the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me said the night to the sun,

　　i leave the answers in tears upon the grass

　　asks the possible of the impossible where is your dwelling place?

　　in the dreams of the impotent

　　if you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
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　　time is the wealth of change,

　　but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth

　　truth in her dress finds fact too tight, in fiction she move with ease

　　one sad voice hs its nest among the ruins of the years,

　　it sings to me in the night, i loved you

　　i have dipped the vessel of my heart into silent hour,

　　it has filled with love,

　　the water in a vessel is parkling;

　　the water in the sea is dark,

　　the small truth has words that are clear, the great truth has great silence.

　　the evening sky to me is like a window,

　　and a lighted lamp , and a waiting behind it

　　sit still, my heart, do not raise your dust ,

　　let the world find its way to you.
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　　i have lost my dew -drop cried the flower to the morning sky that has lost all its stars

　　maiden, you simplicity , like the blueness of lake, reveals your depth fo truth

　　the best does not come alone, it comes with company of all,

　　night\'s darkness is a bag that bursts with gold of dawn

　　the service of the fruit is precious ,

　　the service of the flower is sweet,

　　but let my service be that of the leaves in its shade of humble devotion

　　the movement of life has its rest in its own music.

　　life has becomes richer by the love that has been lost

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　　the bird\'s song is the echo the morning light back from the earth

　　let not the sword blade mock its handle for being blunt

　　i do not ask thee into the house, come to my infinite loneliness, my lover.

　　love is life n its fullness like cup with its wine,

　　lead me into the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs

　　truth raises against itself the storm that scatters it seeds broadcast,

　　the storm of the last night has crowed this morning with golden peace.

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　　the silent night has the beauty of the mother ,

　　and the clamorous day the beauty of the child

　　god waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom,

　　let me feel the world as thy love taking form ,

　　then my love will help it

　　let me not shame thee, father ,

　　who displayest thy glory in thy childen

　　the smell of wet earth in the rain rises lke great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant

　　when all the stings of my life are turned, my master, then at every touth of thine will come out the music of love