The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow..

Tears are the showers that fertilize this world..

I don't want to die. But I want to be dead..

A birthday:-and now a day that rose With much of hope, with meaning rife- A thoughtful day from dawn to close: The middle day of human life..

There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven..