They tremble with the secrets only Buddha could have known.
She cometh in the twilight with the tamarinds and tea;
She kneeleth near to serve me in the sweet obscurity.
She sayeth not a single word, but ever I am blest,
And I fall asleep caressing her, the little Rose of Rest.
THE SYMBOLS
The sign work of the Orient it runneth up and down,
The Talmud stalks from right to left, a rabbi in a gown;