Now spring comes round again With blossom on the tree, Dark blossom of the peach, Light blossom of the pear And amorous birds complain And nesting birds prepare And love's keen fingers reach...
As a hot traveller Going through stones and sands, Who sees clear water stir Amid the weary lands, Takes in his hollowed hands The clean and lively water, That trickles down his throat...
When a great wave disturbs the ocean cold And throws the bottom waters to the sky, Strange apparitions on the surface lie, Great battered vessels, stripped of gloss and gold,...