The Street of the Moon Scarce fifty yards long is the Street of the Moon, Thronged with

The Garden of Joys In all their kinds they are richly displayed, For all to choose they

Terra Nostra Planet Earth, Planet Mother, Planet Love, Men transform you, and women adorn you. Generations like

Weaver of Light Come you back to my embrace! But like a wave you run apace; Like

Hail to the Daylight Star! Gleaming like gold, shining and shimmering, dazzling the eyes that you pierce

Summer Night The sand has lost not yet its warmth And tardy twilight drags its feet. The

Celestial Harvest Far away the horizon lies, And far beyond lies space. The sky is everywhere serene