t chasing sun.
The bees forget to sip their honey; drunken with light they
foolishly hover and hum.
The ducks in the islands of the river clamour in joy for mere
nothing.
Let none go back home, brothers, this morning, let none go to
work.
Let us take the blue sky by storm and plunder space as we run.
Laughter floats in the air like foam on the flood.
Brothers, let us squander our morning in futile songs.

85

Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?
I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the
spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.
Open your doors and look abroad.
From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the
vanished flowers of an hundred years before.
In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang
one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred
years.

INDEX OF FIRST WORDS

No.
A wandering madman was seeking the touchstone 66
Ah me, why did they build my house 4
Ah, poet, the evening draws near 2
Amidst the rush and roar of life 60
An unbelieving smile flits on your eyes 40
At midnight the would-be ascetic announced 75

Come as you are; do not loiter over your toilet 11
Come to us, youth, tell us truly 25

Day after day he comes and goes away 20
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave 34
Do not keep to yourself the secret of your heart, my friend 24

Free me from the bonds of your sweetness, my love 48

Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes 16
Have mercy upon your servant, my queen 1
He whispered, "My love, raise your eyes" 36

I am restless 5
I asked nothing, only stood at the edge of the wood 13
I hold her hands and press her to my breast 49
I hunt for the golden stag 69
I long to speak the deepest words 41
I love you, beloved 33
I often wonder where lie hidden