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 a fawning stream,
    The...