Wanderer

At Dawn

From her many-colored bow, Nature

If words fail, song will come

Rainy Night

Ghosts

Rain

Evening Worship

The rosy mist stilly polishes the round mirror

The sun's golden spear

Truce

A Parallel

'Nothing endures,' you said

Disappointment

Buddha

Ask me not to stand at thy friendship's gate

Golden vines they

At Sundown

Tears well out from my heart

At last thou comest

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