INDEX OF FIRST LINES
Behold how the fields are sown with the snowing -
How soon the shadows darken into night.
I long to see your smiling face,
Light in the East is dawning now,
Some years are rough mountains, some velvet-smooth plains,
Stars lighting the sea
The flowers of your years, the blossoms of your days,
When time harasses you with stinging years
When you look at the stars, my star,