Today the grey mist covering the lake, Caresses thirsty leaves, anoints the soil. The long years pass and I am half awake As in the garden of our love I toil,
But somewhat slower now, I feel the change That comes upon the soul in times of grace. I am led to clean this house and rearrange My life and all attachments must erase.
But knowing not the future I wait to see Or hear the inner call, unerring guide Who charts the steps of this soul's destiny The silent one ever at my side.
For even in loneliness does beauty come To find within my heart her native home.
Poems Undated (1727)
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