Never seek to tell thy love, / Love that never told can be; / For the gentle wind does move / Silently, invisibly.

Seek Love in the pity of others' woe,In the gentle relief of another's care,In the darkness of night and the winter's snow,In the naked and outcast, seek Love there!

I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!

The mental fatigue from stressing heavily and silently will never end, but when you finally accomplish your goals, the weight becomes less.

You throw the sand against the windAnd the wind blows it back again.

The caterpillar on the leaf / Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.