“But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.”

“’Neath cold sand I dreamed of death / but woke at dawn to see / in glory, the bright, the morning star.
This was not judgement day — only morning. Morning: excellent and fair.”

“’Neath cold sand I dreamed of death / but woke at dawn to see / in glory, the bright, the morning star.”

“In my dream, I was drowning my sorrows
But my sorrows they learned to swim”

“Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten.”

“Farewell, and when to-morrow
Seems little, like to-day,
And we find life's deepest sorrow
Melts gradual away;
Yet do not quite forget me.”

“Each Time The Wind Blows
I Hear Your Voice So
I Call Your Name.
Whispers At Morning
Our Love Is Dawning
Heaven's Glad You Came.”

“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.”

“If the songs are dreamed, it's like my voice is coming out of their dream.”

“Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.”