Wash from the dross of life thy hands as the Path’s men of oldAnd, winning love’s alchemic power, transmute thyself to gold. A Dictionary of Oriental Quotations (1911)
The dimple that thy chin contains has beauty in its round,That never has been fathomed yet by myriad thoughts profound.
EvenAfterAll this timeThe Sun never says to the Earth,"You owe me."LookWhat happensWith a love like that,It lights the whole sky. Misattributed