Out where the sky and the sky-blue sea Merge in a mist of sheen, There started a vision of silver things, A leap and a quiver, a flash of wings The sky and the sea between. Is it of birds from the blue above, Or fish from the depths that be? Or is it the ghosts In silver hosts Of birds that were drowned at sea?
O Let me die a-singing! O let me drown in light! Another day is winging Out from the nest of night. The morning-glory’s velvet eye Brims with a jewelled bead. To-day my soul’s a dragon-fly, The world a swaying reed.
When cherry flowers begin to blow With Yuki’s face beneath them, The richest petals lose their glow, And small buds haste to sheath them. When blue wistaria hangs its head And Yuki leans above it, The swallow flits discomforted,— With none to see or love it. When lotus blossoms open wide...
If I, athirst by a stream, should kneel With never a blossom or bud in sight, Till down on the theme of its liquid night The moon-white tip of a sudden keel, A fairy boat, Should dawn and float To my hand, as only the Gods deserve, The cloud-like curve, The loosened sheaf, The ineffable pink...
Snare me the soul of a dragon-fly, The jewelled heart of a dew-tipped spray, A star’s quick eye, Or the scarlet cry Of a lonely wing on a dawn-lit bay. Then add the gleam of a golden fan, And I will paint you Miyoko San. Find me the thought of a rose, at sight Of her own pale face in...
Out where the sky and the sky-blue sea Merge in a mist of sheen, There started a vision of silver things, A leap and a quiver, a flash of wings The sky and the sea between. Is it of birds from the blue above, Or fish from the depths that be? Or is it the ghosts In silver hosts Of...
