"Like Barley¹ Bending"

    Like barley bending In low fields by the sea, Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly；

    Like barley bending And rising again, So would I, unbroken, Rise from pain；

    So would I softly, Day long, night long, Change my sorrow Into song.

    "Oh Day of Fire and Sun"

    Oh day of fire and sun, Pure as a naked flame, Blue sea, blue sky and dun Sands where he spoke² my name；

    Laughter and hearts so high That the spirit flew off free, Lifting into the sky Diving into the sea；

    Oh day of fire and sun Like a crystal burning, Slow days go one by one, But you have no returning.