I would not spare you--
Alas, that too
Will die!

The Silent Pool

Your smile is a heron, flying
Over waters cool,
My thoughts of you are blue Iris!
Today is the silent pool
Which shining heron and Iris blue
Are mirrored on.

Tomorrow
Will still reflect the Iris--
My thoughts of you;
But the heron will be gone.

Nocturne

It is enough
To feel your beauty
With the lingers
Of my heart,

Your beauty, like the starlight,
Filling night so gently, that it dreams
Unwakened.

I should feel your beauty against my face