Breeze and Dew

Bareeze

I could not find access to tracts Where stars like pendent lamps do shine: Tearing vest of tulips and the rose Was main and foremost duty mine.

I feel an inner urge so great To bid farewell to home and depart: For joyful songs of nightingale, No zeal or zest to me impart.

O dew, Godʹs will has made you know Full well, both park and heavens high: What is more precious in your eyes, The dust of park or dome of sky?

Dew

If thorns and straws of worldly mead To cause a tension in you fail, Then bear in mind, this lonely park, For heavenʹs dome is like a veil.