ur pitcher and e home。
The Gardener 24
Do not keep to yourself the secret of your heart； my friend！
Say it to me； only to me； in secret。
You who smile so gently； softly whisper； my heart will hear it； not my ears。
The night is deep； the house is silent； the birds’ nests are surrounded with sleep。
Speak to me through hesitating tears； through faltering smiles； through sweet shame and pain； the secret of your heart！
The Gardener 25
“e to us； youth； tell us truly why there is madness in your eyes？”
“I know not what wine of wild poppy I have drunk； that there is this madness in my eyes。”
“Ah； shame！”
“Well； some are wise and some foolish； some are watchful and some careless。
There are eyes that smile and eyes that weep—and madness is in my eyes。”
“Youth； why do you stand so still under the shadow of the tree？”
“My feet are languid with the burden of my heart； and I stand still in the shadow。”
“Ah； shame！”
“Well； some march on their way and some linger； some are free and some are fettered—and my feet are languid with the burden of my heart。”
The Gardener 26
“What es from your willing hands I take。 I beg for nothing more。”
“Yes； yes； I know you； modest mendicant； you ask for all that one has。”
“If there be a stray flower for me I will wear it in my heart。”
“But if there be thorns？”
“I will endure them。”
“Yes； yes； I know you； modest mendicant； you ask for all that one has。”
“If but once you should raise your loving eyes to my face it would make my life sweet beyond death。”
“But if there by only cruel glances？”
“I will keep them piercing my heart。”
“Yes； yes； I know you； modest mendicant；