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Let each day pass； well ordered in its usefulness； Unlit by sunshine；
unscarred by storm； Dower me with strength and curb all foolish
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eagerness The law exacts obedience。 Instruct； I will conform。
A Japanese Wood…Carving
High up above the open； welcoming door It hangs； a piece of wood
with colours dim。 Once； long ago； it was a waving tree And knew the sun
and shadow through the leaves Of forest trees； in a thick eastern wood。
The winter snows had bent its branches down； The spring had swelled its
buds with coming flowers； Summer had run like fire through its veins；
While autumn pelted it with chestnut burrs； And strewed the leafy ground
with acorn cups。 Dark midnight storms had roared and crashed among Its
branches； breaking here and there a limb； But every now and then broad
sunlit days Lovingly lingered； caught among the leaves。 Yes； it had known
all this； and yet to us It does not speak of mossy forest ways； Of
whispering pine trees or the shimmering birch； But of quick winds； and
the salt； stinging sea！ An artist once； with patient； careful knife； Had
fashioned it like to the untamed sea。 Here waves uprear themselves； their
tops blown back By the gay； sunny wind； which whips the blue And
breaks it into gleams and sparks of light。 Among the flashing waves are
two white birds Which swoop； and soar； and scream for very joy At the
wild sport。 Now diving quickly in； Questing some glistening fish。 Now
flying up； Their dripping feathers shining in the sun； While the wet drops
like little glints of light； Fall pattering backward to the parent sea。 Gliding
along the green and foam…flecked hollows； Or skimming some white crest
about to break； The spirits of the sky deigning to stoop And play with
ocean in a summer mood。 Hanging above the high； wide open door； It
brings to us in quiet； firelit room； The freedom of the earth's vast solitudes；
Where heaping； sunny waves tumble and roll； And seabirds scream in
wanton happiness。
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A Little Song
When you； my Dear； are away； away； How wearily goes the creeping
day。 A year drags after morning； and night Starts another year of candle
light。 O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon！ Grant me； I beg of you； this
boon。
Whirl round the earth as never sun Has his diurnal journey run。 And；
Moon； slip past the ladders of air In a single flash； while your streaming
hair Catches the stars and pulls them down To shine on some slumbering
Chinese town。 O Kindly Sun！ Understanding Moon！ Bring evening to
crowd the footsteps of noon。
But when that long awaited day Hangs ripe in the heavens； your
voyaging stay。 Be morning； O Sun！ with the lark in song； Be afternoon for
ages long。 And； Moon； let you and your lesser lights Watch over a century
of nights。
Behind a Wall
I own a solace shut within my heart； A garden full of many a quaint
delight And warm with drowsy； poppied sunshine； bright； Flaming with
lilies out of whose cups dart Shining things With powdered
wings。
Here terrace sinks to terrace； arbors close The ends of dreaming
paths； a wanton wind Jostles the half…ripe pears； and then； unkind；
Tumbles a…slumber in a pillar rose； With content Grown
indolent。
By night my garden is o'erhung with gems Fixed in an onyx setting。
Fireflies Flicker their lanterns in my dazzled eyes。 In serried rows I
guess the straight； stiff stems Of hollyhocks Against the rocks。
So far and still it is that； listening； I hear the flowers talking in the
dawn； And where a sunken basin cuts the lawn； Cinctured with iris； pale
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and glistening； The sudden swish Of a waking fish。
A Winter Ride
Who shall declare the joy of the running！ Who shall tell of the
pleasures of flight！ Springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather；
Sweeping； wide…winged； through the blue dome of light。 Everything
mortal has moments immortal； Swift and God…gifted； immeasurably
bright。
So with the stretch of the white road before me； Shining
snowcrystals rainbowed by the sun； Fields that are white； stained with
long； cool； blue shadows； Strong with the strength of my horse as we run。
Joy in the touch of the wind and the sunlight！ Joy！ With the vigorous
earth I am one。
A Coloured Print by Shokei
It winds along the face of a cliff This path which I long to explore；
And over it dashes a waterfall； And the air is full of the roar And the
thunderous voice of waters which sweep In a silver torrent over some
steep。
It clears the path with a mighty bound And tumbles below and away；
And the trees and the bushes which grow in the rocks Are wet with its
jewelled spray； The air is misty and heavy with sound； And small； wet
wildflowers star the ground。
Oh！ The dampness is very good to smell； And the path is soft to
tread； And beyond the fall it winds up and on； While little streamlets
thread Their own meandering way down the hill Each singing its own little
song； until
I forget that 't is only a pictured path； And I hear the water and wind；
And look through the mist； and strain my eyes To see what there is
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behind； For it must lead to a happy land； This little path by a waterfall
spanned。
Song
Oh！ To be a flower Nodding in the sun； Bending； then upspringing
As the breezes run； Holding up A scent…brimmed cup； Full of summer's
fragrance to the summer sun。
Oh！ To be a butterfly Still； upon a flower； Winking with its painted
wings； Happy in the hour。 Blossoms hold Mines of gold Deep within
the farthest heart of each chaliced flower。
Oh！ To be a cloud Blowing through the blue； Shadowing the
mountains； Rushing loudly through Valleys deep Where torrents keep
Always their plunging thunder and their misty arch of blue。
Oh！ To be a wave Splintering on the sand； Drawing back； but
leaving Lingeringly the land。 Rainbow light Flashes bright Telling
tales of coral caves half hid in yellow sand。
Soon they die； the flowers； Insects live a day； Clouds dissolve in
showers； Only waves at play Last forever。 Shall endeavor Make a sea
of purpose mightier than we dream to…day？
The Fool Errant
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up
and his gaze wandered down； A vigorous youth； but with no wish to walk；
Yet his longing was great for the distant town。
He whistled a little frivolous tune Which he felt to be pulsing with
ecstasy； For he thought that success always followed desire； Such a very
superlative fool was he。
A maiden came by on an ambling mule； Her gown was rose…red and
her kerchief blue； On her lap she carried a basket of eggs。 Thought the
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fool； 〃There is certainly room for two。〃
So he jauntily swaggered towards the maid And put out his hand to
the bridle…rein。 〃My pretty girl；〃 quo