If One Has No Heart, One Cannot

Each Violet Peeps From Its Dwelling To Gaze At The Bright Stars Above.

Lo, Sleep Is Good, Better Is Death--in Sooth The Best Of All Were Never To Be Born.

Sweet May Hath Come To Love Us, Flowers, Trees, Their Blossoms Don; And Through The Blue Heavens Above Us The Very Clouds Move On.

The Beauteous Dragonfly's Dancing By The Waves Of The Rivulet Glancing; She Dances Here And She Dances There, The Glimmering, Glittering Flutterer Fair. Full Many A Beetle With Loud Applause Admires Her Dress Of Azure Gauze, Admires Her Body's Bright Splendour, And Also Her Figure So Slender...

Out Of My Great Sorrows, I Make Little Songs.